-Victoria.[killer instinct]

2007-03-14T07:14:00.001-07:00

Hey friends,

I'VE MOVED.

http://toxicthrills.blogspot.com

I've got no intentions of deleting this blog though, so come find me at the new one (:

ITS CHRISTMAS TIME

2006-12-25T18:03:00.000-08:00

Oh yeah baby, its CHRISTMAS TIME!

To everyone who's reading this, have yourself a very merry christmas and a smashingly marvelous new year filled with fun and laughter (:

Everyone's going swimming now, and then we're gonna see what we feel like doing tonight. Done with Christmas lunch, and most of the relatives have gone home. I'm feeling terribly bloated at the moment, too much sashimi, chocolates, and random Christmas goodies. Eclairs & nougats, whatever. Haha, forgot to order a turkey, so Daddy bought suckling pig and peking duck instead. FOR CHRISTMAS, what the hell.

& AND, i got my F21 stuff. Stupid Cheryl & Annabelle were in on it the whole time, and to think i was busy throwing that horrible bitch-fit of mine. Cheers to Liz and Sylvestin.

&& AND, Daddy got me my camera, so the world can heave a sigh of relief, and continue its peaceful revolution around ME. Heh, bloody ego.

&&& AND, i didn't receive That Extra Half An Inch by Victoria Beckham, but i will. In awhile. No worries, i'm a pretty patient girl.

Oh, and we all went to catch movies last night. Word of advice to everyone: go watch The Holiday! It's a much nicer Christmas movie, compared to Love Actually. Jude Law kinda helps too, but i'm not infatuated or anything. It's really sweet and extremely heartening, makes you feel all warm and fuzzy, cos its Christmas time! And love is suppose to be in the air, kiss a handsome stranger under the mistletoe and all that.

You know what, we saw Sam & Matt Cooper at Parkway on Friday, before going Vivo. HAHA, and i was in a terrible rush, but i'm positive it was Sam. He was wearing shades, but his messy blonde spikes stick out like a sore thumb.

Lime Sonic Bang'06, backstage after the SAW Loser set.

(I'm sure you guys've seen it on F'ster already, no?)

I wasn't really into you, just in love with my very own modified idea of you.

Adieu,

Victoria

Decisions, and christmas!

2006-12-24T18:14:00.000-08:00

Okay, i've finally decided to not continue with this blog next year. Apologies, my dear friends. Although i'm not quite sure if you guys will miss me. LOL.

Anyways, midnight shopping at Vivo with Cheryl & Annabelle last night. Blahh, my Nets is fucking dry, and i was so, so so pissed at my Mom. Saw some interesting (aka desirable) stuff at Forever21, and someone CLAIMED MY RESERVATION.

I don't care, i'm getting my camera for Christmas (Daddy, listen up!), or the world will have to suffer the wrath of Victoria in brat-mode. Lol, i'm serious. Ooh, Ryan just called me a female tyrant! ASSWIPE, YOU. Heh, i'm such a kind soul, got the brothers PSP games as Christmas pressies, so their being pretty damn civil to me right now. WHICH IS GOOD, cos i expect something in return.

Yep, so back to last night. Nets dry, so had to resort to begging and bargaining and being pissy. Ahh, Cheryl & Annabelle, i'm sorry i snapped at you guys last night yeah. But its not like y'all did anything to improve the already horrendous situation.

Cos Cheryl and i have got the same phones (MotoRazr V3x), our batts were both dead flat. So when i decided to be rude to the salesman at Best Denki (LMAO Cheryl!) in a fit of brat-esque temper, i grabbed Cheryl and stomped off. And then we realised we had no form of telecommunication on our hands whatsoever. We were being such drama queens! It was quite hilarious actually, looking back on it right now. Shoppers in the vicinity that caught wind of our foul exchanges must've been quite shocked at our profane choice of words.

MOVING ON-

You remember those fabulous black/white striped wedges that Paris was wearing in her silly Nothing In This World video? I think their so goddamn fabulous.

Christian Louboutin Sing Sing Striped Wedges ($695)

I almost forgot! GOSSSSSSIP!

NEW COUPLE ALERT

MADDEN-RICHIE!

Since Hils & Joel split in November (after two and a half years of no sex, apparently), Nicole Richie and Joel Madden have been getting their freak on. I'm dying to find out what moniker the press will bestow upon the pair, since there was Brangelina, Tomkat, Jilary?? Dude, i seriously wonder how long this coupling will last. DJ AM and Brody Jenner obviously didn't work out for Miss Richie here.

I'm lazy to post photos and paste the press article, so go google them, its everywhere. Awhile ago, there was this thing bout Brody Jenner+ Lauren Conrad and Kristin Cavalleri+Jason Wahler. I guess PHilton made boyfriend swapping the new It-trend.

Since its the eve, i'll try and keep the spirit up. Merry Christmas (a day in advance) everyone!

-Victoria

you and i both

2006-12-21T16:32:00.000-08:00

I've been waking up to the sound of rain drops falling outside my open window, a little after 3am, with the echoes of words i can't make out ringing in my ears and random thoughts winding their way around my head. There's not much option for entertainment, so i lie awake with the bizarre combination of Jason Mraz, Panic! At The Disco, and The Fray for musical company.

Its been like this for the past three nights, i seriously wonder why.

And maybe around 5am, i drift back into sleep, sometimes with dreams that i'm sure happened, but can't seem to remember clearly.

Ugh, being sick's no fun at all. Coughing and coughing till your ribcage starts to ache and whatnot, blahh. Been feeling quite moody, broody, and emo-y for awhile, bloody hell. And i think the christmas cards i'm sending out might arrive somewhat late, credit that to the procrastinator part of my personality.

You And I Both -Jason Mraz

Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me
Oh things are gonna happen naturally
Oh taking your advice
I'm looking on the bright side
And balancing the whole thing
But often times those words get tangled up in lines
And the bright lights turn to night
Until the dawn it brings
Another day to sing about the magic that was you and me

Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just read of
Others only read of the love, the love that I love.

See I'm all about them words
Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words
Hundreds of pages, pages, pages forwards
More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive

Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
nd others just dream of
And if you could see me now,
Oh love, no
You and I, you and I
Not so little you and I anymore, mmm...
And with this silence brings a moral story
More importantly evolving is the glory of a boy

Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just dream of
And if you could see me now
Well I'm almost finally out of
I'm finally out of
Finally deedeedeedee
Well I'm almost finally, finally
Well I'm free, oh, I'm free

And it's okay if you have go away
Oh just remember the telephone works both ways
And if I never ever hear them ring
If nothing else I'll think the bells inside
Have finally found you someone else and that's okay
Cause I'll remember everything you sang

Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of
and others just read of and if you could see now
well I'm almost finally out of.
I'm finally out of, finally, deedeeededede
well I'm almost finally, finally, out of words.

"And i guess its only human nature for us to want the things we can't have."

-Victoria

in debt, i am

2006-12-16T04:30:00.000-08:00

I owe this blog so, so many posts. SDF@SAC, SAW Loser@NAP, Sonic Bang, ST camp, and eveything in between. Again, promises of a full-length and fabulous post or two, or even four, encapsulating all the happenings of late.

I'm still kinda high from ST camp, it was DA BOMB. I SWEAR i'll blog bout it. Annabelle just left for HK. Boo. But we'll be going out three days in a row when she gets back, i do hope next year'll be a major blast.

Au revoir, i'm off for a swim!

rock-climbing, the madden-duff split

2006-12-05T22:12:00.000-08:00

Blah, i'm still pissed over the Schweinsteiger thing. Uggggghhhhhh. Next thing someone'll tell me Lukas Podolski's attached, and thats when i'll start randomly murdering German WAGs like a deranged, femal version of Jack The Ripper.

Poo.

Anyways, the bright side is, the MADDEN-DUFF partnership currently resides in Splitsville! Oh, yeahh (:

Dig this!

SHOCK SPLIT

Teen queen Hilary Duff and rebel rocker Joel Madden form Good Charlotte have broken up.
The young lovers ended their two and half year relationship recently, reasons unknown.

News started to spread when Joel made a DJ appearance at Chicago hot spot Enclave on Wednesday night, and according to a source, told club goers he and Duff had split up. He "seemed pretty upset," the witness told teenpeople.com.

His manager confirms, "I can indeed confirm that Joel is single," Steve Feinberg says. "We are not going to elaborate on Joel's personal life, but I will say they have split."

The couple always appeared very much in love, Joel even co-produced and co-wrote three tracks on Hilary’s greatest-hits album, Most Wanted. He also told American goss mag People as recently as October, "I've found the perfect person. She's confident, she accepts me for my imperfections and she is good to me. I never have to question if she's going to be there, because I know she will be." -Dollywood

Aww, sad! I feel absolutely sympathetic for the newly-splitted duo. Really, i do. Don't you believe me? HAHAHA. They did kinda make a cute/weird/unpredictable couple though. But hey, we all knew that one was bound to come along sooner or later. I mean, how long does bubblegum-pop and punk-rock last in the same breathing space? Lol.

Photos, anyone?

The pairing that shocked the world.

Joel must've been quite a charmer, judging by that head-over-heels look on Hilary's face.

Oh, don't we just love to play dress-up? Cute-ass photo! (but in a really twisted way)

She looks superficial, while he looks skeptical.

Crack lines form over time. Guess they just couldn't mend their's.

A final reminder: Nothing lasts forever.

2 days to cover only, yay!

MONDAY, 4th DECEMBER

Went out with Mummy and Aunty Rosa. Did so much damage at The Body Shop. Final receipt amounted to a little more than a thousand, before discount.

HEY, BIG SPENDER!

I got the Create-your-own-fragrance set, its so adorable! And some other stuff. Anyways had tuition after, was totally, absolutely, terribly late. Didn't do homework either, don't think Mummy will be too happy when she finds out.

TUESDAY, 5th DECEMBER

Tennis in the morning, really shite. So not gonna mention.

Met Natesha & Suelin at Bedok MRT around 12.20. Uhm, i was late. (yeah, again) You know i have major issues, so it doesn't matter. I'll work on it with my therapist, aka no one at the moment, but i think Suelin would do a good job cos she's so naggy! "Remember to come early, okay? Don't be late!" X 50 000. Lol, but she's nice, and she taught me how to belay, so kudos to her.

Oh, we went rock-climbing! Annabelle hopped on when our train passed Eunos. We were suppose to meet her in the last carriage, but the three of us were too lazy to walk all the way down from inside, and it was too much of a hassle anyways. She found us all the same.

Then looked for Miss Lee, which is Suelin's camp instructor, when we alighted. Was having MAJOR CONTACT LENS PROBLEM. Seriously, my right eye was watering up, and the bloody lens somehow disappeared or whatever. To cut a long story short, it sucked, and we dealt with it in the toilet of the first building we saw. Due to vigorous rubbing on my part, the freakin' lens tore, and i only managed to get half out. The other half was goodness-knows-where and yeah, it was conducting some serious torture on my eye. The stray half popped out when we were walking pass Subway and Suelin decided that we were lost and placed a phone call to her sister, asking for precise directions.

Got to the rock-climbing place nice and safe, and the guy there taught Miss Lee how to belay, so we all scaled the slant-down wall. Sorry, i don't know how else to describe it! After the four of us were done (Miss Lee was belaying), we moved on to the second wall, which is perpendicular to the ground. Then the third, which slants-up slightly, and the top is totally 45degrees.

Note to all: Rock-climbing requires short nails. I think i did some damage on mine, but not severe though. Had lunch at Subway! The guy gave me 5 cookies instead of 2! But i was so over-stuffed with white chocolate macadamia already. Our after-meal conversation was hella fun though! LOL. Suelin and Annabelle were making lame jokes while Natesha and i were trying to answer Miss Lee's logic questions, which Suelin and Annabelle are incapable of answering because they think differently compared to Natesha and i. LOL. Their mentality veers towards the lame/unlogical side, HAHAHA.

Back to the rock-climbing place, and I LEARNT HOW TO BELAY. Natesha was my first guinea pig. Darling, I LOVE YOU FOR PUTTING YOUR LIFE IN MY HANDS. Lmao. At one point the rope was jammed, and i started freaking out cos i didn't wanna drop her, but belaying someone's quite an experience. And once you get the hang of it, super fun!

Got home around 6plus, joined my brothers in the swimming pool. Water was soooo cold, gosh. LOL. We just goofed around until it got dark and they had to turn on the pool lights.

Still very miffed over the Schweinsteiger-is-attached thing.

BLOODY FUCKING HELL! I love his shirt though. Fuck, he's miiiiiiine!

Here's to an awesome week ahead! (or so i hope)

Cheers!

Victoria

P.S Harnesses look gay on everyone, but Suelin looks hot in hers. LMAO

Bastian's MINE.

2006-12-04T23:29:00.003-08:00

I'm positively HEARTBROKEN.

Evidence:

BITCH! I'm seeing RED.

Bastian Schweinsteiger, hot-assed German footballer extraordinaire with truckloads of talent to spare, belongs to ME, okay, ME.

I think water rules, totally

2006-12-01T09:37:00.000-08:00

I never knew that everything was falling through
That everyone I knew was waiting on a queue
To turn and run when all I needed was the truth
But that's how it's got to be
It's coming down to nothing more than apathy
I'd rather run the other way than stay and see
The smoke and who's still standing when it clears

Lots of ground to cover, and i'd better get it all out before i lose the mood. Unfortunately (or not very), no photos. I'm in terrible condition at the moment.

Wednesday, 29th November

Tennis in the morning, at 8 am. Congratulate me, i'm such a dilligent student. Waking up so early was a bitch, coz i slept at like, 6? or something the night before, woke up at 10, then couldn't sleep for an agonisingly long time. Couldn't be bothered to check the clock, therefore i'm honestly not aware of how much sleep i actually lost. Lesson wasn't anywhere near awesome, and I HATE MY REFLEXES. I swear, i'm going to take snap-second backhand volleys properly the next lesson, or else beat myself up over it for the next few days.

I woke up to a text from Natesha (sent somewhere in her nocturnal life), bearing news of mock-goodness. Happiness is shortlived, they always say. Apparently Chelsea wants to buy David Villa, Valencia's star striker currently resides at the top of Jose Mourinho's shortlist come the January transfer window. That's great news, considering he's hot, he's talented, and he's on a bloody scoring spree. Its like the equaivalent of having another Drogba, and you can never have too many "can't stop scoring" players.

However, there's always a clause, a catch, the small-print. Darling David Villa only recently signed a new contract with Valencia that doesn't expire till 2013, and his buy out clause has been increased to something around the region of 126fuckingmillion Euros. Chelsea are rich, no shit, but the bottomline is that he just isn't worth that much. Roman Abromavich can afford that sum in a heartbeat, but that would be like saying Villa's valued at a wayyy higher price than Shavchenko. And we all know that just doesn't make a sliver of sense. Period.

Also, the Spanish media has been known to create rumours that center around the Spain national team's favourite strikers, so i'm sure this one will pass like the Torres-Man U one did. The other partially sad thing is that Spanish clubs have the tendency of building a name for themselves via one player, so if the club loses that player, their left with nothing. Example, Atletico Madrid: Fernando Torres. Ditto Valencia and David Villa.

I'm not going to address the Shev-not-settling-in-properly-and-has-not-exaxtly-been-influential issue just yet, i still kinda believe in giving the guy a chance. He's hot, after all. But in my opinion, i strongly feel that he should get starting line-ups in Europe, versus domestically. Let him rest for some of the Premiership games, come on as a sub perhaps. One thing's for sure though, Chelsea is in dire need of another striker.

Right, so after tennis, which left me thirsty and exasperated at my own inability to freakin' excel, i switched on the pc and read every single report on the Chelsea-Villa thing.

Arranged to meet Annabelle, Natesha and Suelin at 11am, by the cable-ski park place. Okay, i was late again, as usual. (Fine, i've got punctuality issues and a slight tendency towards tardiness, i sportingly admit. Happy? LOL.) Suelin brought a mat, and they were sitting under this tree having an intellectual discussion on who R.A.B in HPatHBP is. I brought them an entire chocolate brownie, kinda like a peace offering for being late. Hey, i freakin' walked okay. Walked!

Spent an hour under that nice, shady tree shrieking(me)/swatting(them) at the ants that crawled on to the mat, talking nonsense and shooting HP trivia questions at each other. i.e. What is Felix Felicis? Who is Gryffindor's Quidditch captain in Harry's 5th year? Which dragon did Viktor Krum face in the first task?

HAHA! It was rather droll actually, not that any of us are HP nerdos or whatever, except maybe Suelin (she reads Mugglenet!). Simultaneously watched the cable-skiiers zooming past.

Sorry Annabelle, i funked out at the eleventh hour. All the boarders were totally pro, and i just felt so completely intimidated all of a sudden. Natesha and i were laughing our asses off at this guy whom we labeled "show-offer" coz he kept, well, showing off. LOL, but he was good, there's no denying. He is however, as we later discovered, pretty flabulous too. In simply words, no bod to match the skills, y'know what i'm sayin'?

After much wheedling and negotiation, we decided to kayak. Excellent recreation, i'm telling you. HAHAHAHAHA! It was WONDERFUL FUN IN THE NOT-SO-WONDERFUL-AND-ACTUALLY-QUITE-MERCILESS SUN. I wanted a tan, not tanlines. The sun's an asshole. Tanlines are uglyyyyy, euww.

Anyways, we all took singles (my kayak was Chelsea blue!) and there were these sailors on charming white boats a la the Summer Breeze on The OC, the boat which Seth named after Summer. One of them almost collided into me! Oh, the horror! LMAO. But the sailor guy was nice, he apologised politely and profusely, and i was all like, No worries, its okay.

At one point, we were all tired of paddling, so i got the clever idea to tie my kayak to Suelin's kayak, but we started drifting towards the rocks, and the knot was a bitch to untangle, verging on impossible. But in the end Annabelle got it out, so kudos to her.

The last ten minutes of the hour was tiring! By that time, our arms were all limp and without realising, we'd somehow brought ourselves further from the rental place, so heading back was horrible torture. Nicki finally came, and the dudes at the kayak rental place were such jerks, we had to drag the stupid kayaks all the way up the shore. HEAVY, bloody heavy.

Trudged to the Lagoon Food Centre (? not sure), and had chicken rice for lunch. It started raining, so we just sat there and discussed random things and all sorts of nonsense. After the rain stopped, Annabelle forced me to go cable-skiing, which was part of the original pact. Kayak first, then cable-ski. But when we reached the cable-ski park, all the pro people were doing it one-handed or pulling stuns and shite. A big fat wipe-out didn't seem like an option to me, and i think Annabelle was quite miffed that i backed out again.

I'm sorry okay, Annabelle, i'm really sorry. Promise (i'm keeping this one) that we'll definitely do it before the holiday ends, yeah?

The five of us stood by the side and just looked on for awhile, before deciding to go to my place. Yes, Natesha, for some weird and unexplainable reason, we always end up at my place. I like Annabelle's bike! Lol, Suelin and i were whining at each other for turns on Annabelle's bike, like total kiddies. LMAO.

My place, and the first thing i did was drop my bag on a deck chair, unlatch the diving pool gate, and cannon-ball off the highest board. Ahhhhh, aqua bliss, i love! The diving pool's hell fun, minus the occasional nose-full of water. Besides, i think water rules. Its like, the ultimate holiday essential in every sense.

We all took turns jumping off the boards, and and anddd learning to dive! It was super hilarious, Natesha and i were trying to muster it, but we kept counting 1-2-3 and ended up collapsing into the pool in a fit of giggles. Retarded! Natesha and Nicki had to go, so they dried off and changed, while Annablle, Suelin and i visited the other pools.

Suelin wanted to play tennis, and coincidentally/luckily, there was an empty court. Lol, i think i'm absolutely pro and fantastic, you know. Played barefoot, drenched, in a ripped denim mini. Yeahh, shocker! Haha, Suelin's good! School team player, yo. My feet hurt though, but it was awesome. Annabelle wanted to learn, and she's not bad for a first-timer. (Yes, bellie, this is what i honestly think. Just stop opening your racket, and follow through!)

Then Annabelle had to go. She cycled home, wth! Suelin's mom came to pick her up, walked her out halfway.

To conclude, the day was a bloody blast! We're going rock-climbing next, can't wait to try, it sounds absolutely ace!

Thursday, 30th November

Woke up coz Annabelle called and made my maid wake me up, so i had to answer the stupid phone. She claimed she was bored, so i invited her over. Got up, made heart-shaped pancakes for breakfast/brunch. Okay, my maid did the frying, i just poured the batter into the pan, but whatever. I'm so pleased with myself! They turned out all golden-brown and heart-shaped and fluffy. Hahaha.

Annabelle came over, followed by Cheryl, and we went swimming. Again. Honestly wonder how we never get tired. Diving pool, as usual.

SUCCESSFULLY LEARNED TO DIVE!

Under the "wise guidance" of Annabelle, and after several painful/mortifying/hilarious belly flops, Cheryl and i finally learned how to dive into the water in a nice swoosh arc motion. There was this utterly adorable French toddler-boy who came with his father, and he stood on the diving board and counted from one to ten with his fingers before jumping in. Very bold for a child, since the pool's 4m deep, and the pressure's higher than the others. But we thought the boy was really cute! Those kinda blonde-hair-blue-eyed babyboy types.

Went to buy food (Cheryl was whining for her terriyaki chicken pau, which according to her is "absolutely wonderful" LOL), and we sat by the river pool and ate. After eating, i came up with the brilliant idea of jumping off the rocks and the walkway bridge. Rocks was okay. Annabelle refused to partake in the bridge jump, so Cheryl went first, followed by me. With each jump, we became more daring. Jumping off the walkway bridge = MAJOR ADRENALINE RUSH. Its like, free-falling in thin air for a few precious seconds before fully plunging into the icy water of the river pool. BLOODY BLAST. It's unquestionably, an exhilirating experience. Loved every single second of it.

Back to the diving pool, and Annabelle towed Cheryl and i back and forth, from one end to the other. Again, FUN! Hahaha, we both tried towing Annabelle too, but Cheryl ended up unwittingly attempting to drown her. LMAO. I gave up halfway, which is slightly better than trying to drown someone. We also tried the somersault drop, which is part of the process of working our way towards the ultimate goal, the somersault flip off the highest diving board, something that Cheryl and i have simultaneously vowed to muster before the holidays end. If only that hot German guy from the other day, minus his impeccably-nice-but-not-very-pretty girlfriend would teach us. Heaven..

Today- Friday, 1st December

Nothing much today, 'cept for a terribly filling lunch with Daddy and the boys. Bought school books afterwards. Blah, just serves as another nightmare reminder of how much time we have left, before the ho-hum boredom of school life begans, yet again. There is still Christmas to look forward to though, so shouldn't be too bad.

Came home, and watched Annabelle's Take The Lead dvd. Nice movie, liked it. Why is it that most dance movies feature Jenna Dewan? Seriously. She reminds me of Bethany Joy Lenz, big time. Haley James/-Scott from One Tree Hill. Ring any bells?

Actually wanted to buy The Fray's How To Save A Life album, but Herlene kinda sent me the entire thing on msn, so what the hell.

My nails are horribly bare now, sucks shite. Just cleaned off the dark burgundy red lacquer this morning. That was after the glossy black manicure Cheryl and i got together weeks ago. Planning on navy blue now, will see how it goes.

Alright, end of long-ass post. Comment or something.

Love, pure and simple,
Victoria

Ranting & Channing

2006-11-28T18:06:00.000-08:00

Tagboard fixed, coz Annabelle complained it was going bonkers on her. Swam 20 laps in the rain this morning, effort wasted all thanks to my maid, who forced me to stomach half a plate of fried rice. Dammit.

A FUCKING RED & BLUE DRAW.

Well, i guess its better than losing, which would be way, way, way worse. Carvalho's header was a godsent. Saha must be feeling pretty relieved now, since that gorgeous (yes, i admit) goal definitely redeemed him from that penalty screw-up against Celtic.

Bought Only In Your Dreams and Would I Lie To You on Sunday, but finished both by yesterday. Surprising turn of events! Oh, and i've got my Christmas wishlist down already, maybe it'll be my next post, then again, maybe it won't.

Went shopping with Yan on Monday, parentals were on my case, fucking hell. Don't know why they feel compelled to give me grief over absolutely nothing, wish some people weren't so damn unreasonable.

I miss somebody right now.
I do not watch tv these days.
I wear glasses or contact lenses.
I love to play video games.
I have tried marijuana.
I have been in a threesome.
I believe honesty is usually the best policy.(most of the time)
I have changed mentally over the last year.
I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.
I curse.
I'm totally smart. (it depends on the subject, and well, i'm not entirely stupid)
I've broken someone's bones.
I'm paranoid sometimes.
I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost and scarfree.
I need money right now. (then i would buy a Cessna Citation ISP and fly to Paris on a major shopping spree with a hot footballer, or perhaps hot footballers, note the S, it means plural. HAHA)
I love sushi.
I talk really, really fast.
I have long hair.
I have lost money in Las Vegas.
I have at least one sibling.
I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.
I couldn't survive without Caller ID.
I like the way I look.
I am usually pessimistic.
I have a lot of mood swings.
I have a hidden talent. (Like maybe, drifting. Hell, yeah)
I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.
I have pecked someone of the same sex.
I enjoy talking on the phone.
I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.
I love to shop.
Enjoy window shopping.
I would rather shop than eat.
I don't hate anyone.
I'm a pretty good dancer. (because i just saw Step Up)
I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.
I have a cell phone.
I believe in God.
I watch MTV on a daily basis.
I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.
I want to have children in the future.
I have changed a diaper before.
I've called the cops on a friend before.
I'm not allergic to anything.
I have a lot to learn.
I'm shy around members of the opposite sex.
I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.
I have tried alcohol before.
I own the South Park movie.
I would die for my best friend.
I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.
I have used my sexuality to advance my career.
I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.
Halloween is awesome because you get free candy. (and you get to dress up, which is more awesome than candy)
I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.
I am happy at this moment!
I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.
I study for tests most of the time.
I am comfortable with who I am right now.
I have more than just my ears pierced.
I walk barefoot wherever I can.
I have jumped off a bridge. (the adrenaline rush, baby!)
I love sea turtles.
I spend ridiculous money on make up.
Plan on achieving a major goal/dream.
I'm proficient in a musical instrument.
I worked at Mcdonald's restaurant.
I hate office jobs.
I love sci-fi movies.
I think water rules.
I went college out of state.
I like sausages.
I adore bright colours.
I can't live without black eyeliner.
I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.
I usually like covers better than originals.
I can pick up things with my toes.
I can't whistle.
I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snake's slither.
I have ridden/owned a horse.
I still have every journal I've written in.
I can't stick to a diet.
I talk in my sleep.
I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.
I have jazz in my blood.
Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.
I wear a toe ring.
I can't stand at least one person that I work with.
I am a caffeine junkie. (kind of, used to be, occasionally)
I have been to over 15 conventions.
I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical the better.
I'm an artist. (Then i would wear black all day, take raw, artsy, black&white photos, and live in Williamsburg, NYC)
I only clean my room when necessary.
I like a person of the same sex.
I love being happy.
I am an adrenaline junkie.

Well, i thought that was relatively amusing. Arrggh, the cold war between my dear mother and i has ceased somewhat. Its really funny how you just can't seem to stick to your self-promise of giving the parentals the cold shoulder/silent treatment. Mine hardly lasted 24 hours.

I owe Yan 10 bucks. I love you, bitch! Glad you're on the Escape brigade with Annabelle, RachelWong(maybe), Cass and ME. That was total misuse of the English language, but what the hell.

Oh, by the way, i just switched off the profanity filter on my tagboard. So swear away, dearies. I'm getting bored with this skin too, and exactly how long did i have it? Less than a freakin' month.

I hate Nemanja Vidic, fyi. Serbians are not sexy.

I love Micahel Ballack, fyi again. Germans are so sexy.

No Natesha, he's not violent, and he didn't deserve that yellow from Howard Webbe on Sunday. Bloody ref was freakin' biased. Cristiano Ronaldo seriously sucks too, he was driving me absolutely nuts with his desperate antics, diving and faking. Please, Man U players go down like paper, bloody cheats.

And i know i've probably offended a few darling people. No offense to you guys.

I'm going to change the music in a little while. No hot guy to post about, but there is however, a bomb to drop. Wait for it, wait a little bit more.

Channing Tatum is bisexual.

Its okay to cry, although i didn't. LOL, very traumatising, no? Just credit it to our gaydars not being able to work over the media. He never seemed unstraight to me, but the knowledge has caused me to go totally off Channing. I won't deny that he's absolute desirable in She's The Man, and has got utterly delectable abs. But that's all i'm giving.

Feast your eyes, people.

Such a waste, isn't it?

As far as i know, they always said seeing is believing.

Carpe Diem!

-Victoria

P.S I just told you to seize the fucking day. You do know that, right?

pre-match opionions

2006-11-26T23:15:00.000-08:00

The showdown of the season is happening in slightly less than an hour, so i'm gonna do a quick one. Manchester United vs Chelsea. Who i'm rooting for is perhaps obvious, since any side which contains Andriy Shevchenko and Michael Ballack plus excellent defenders and a mega-talented Ivorian striker with cheekbones to kill definitely gets my vote.

I predict a blue victory, all the way.

The current reigning champions won't relinqusih the title so easily, and this much-hyped match could very well decide who wins the League. Although there's still the January transfer window which guarantees to make things interesting as hell, given the wealth of Abromavich, and a certain hotshot Spanish striker thats been linked many times over with major English clubs. Cesc Fabregas did it for Arsenal, Xabi Alonso did it for Liverpool, maybe my favourite boy could very well do it for Chelsea...who knows how things will turn out?

After all, life is said to be unpredictable, right?

No, my dears, a six point lead between the Red Devils and the men at Stamford Bridge will hardly be tolerated by Jose Mourinho. Defeat is rarely, perhaps even never, accepted by back-to-back title holders, especially when the rules you're governed by come from the book of Mourinho.

DD will shut CR up, WR can go kiss my ass, and i do hope As and MB, perhaps even JC and JT score tonight.

A draw would be seriously boring, so i hope the match lives up to the incredibly high repute of both clubs.

Love,
a blue victory at Old Trafford,
and nothing more,
Victoria

Healthy Day #3 + JT's arse

2006-11-22T22:11:00.000-08:00

I HAD NO IDEA GISELE BUNDCHEN & KELLY SLATER WERE TOGETHER.

Ahhh, now i feel so backdated.

On top of that-

I don't know, i think my vocabulary is rapidly narrowing down, fast on its way to meager non-existence. Seriously.

Anyways, today was great, if i may say so. Not ultime fabuleux -great, but good enough to qualify as great.

Tennis this morning was absolutely ace, although its probably coz i've played twice since my last lesson. We covered all the bases today, forehand, backhand, volley, overhead and service. Hell, i love forehands and volleys. Their my all-time favourite strokes. Plus, my Mom got me to pass my Coach the cheque for the next ten lessons, so he must've been feeling pretty good too. Did a whole lot of footwork, tired like crap. But i loved it all anyways.

Then my Mom brought me to Winsland House, which is where the L'Oreal headquarters are situated, for some business meeting, and there was a staff sale thing going on too. My god, we spent like, $795 or something along those lines on cosmetics altogether, the three of us. After paying, there was another business talk with some manager or whatever. You know what sucks, the New York On The Double party at Attica Too is happening when i'm away at camp. Wtf, so unfair. I can't believe my Mom even signed me up for camp anyways, what kind of camp it is, i'm not even gonna say. You can ask me if you want, i just might tell you.

But i did get 6 Lancome Juicy Tubes, so i'm good for the moment.

Oh, its also Healthy Day #3, and Cheryl, Annabelle and i were suppose to go cable-skiing, but Annabelle bailed last night with some family gathering thingy. And it rained today, which seriously just throws a wet blanket over everything coz how on earth do you cable-ski with water pouring down on you?? Gosh!

Cheryl came over around, 5? I'm not sure, and we went swimming. Again. For like, two Healthy Days in a row, we've gone swimming. What the hell. We're such lazy asses. So cable-skiing's been pushed to Saturday instead, yet to be confirmed, and we're probably going go-karting next week. Fabulous.

If you're nice and brilliant, maybe we'll ask you along. Go-karting's hell fun.

Back to swimming. This time was so absolutely lax, we hardly swam at all, just jac'd and hung out in the diving pool. I can safely say that both Cheryl and i are damn near addicted to jumping off the diving boards, because we're constantly coming up with new ways of so-called "diving" of the board and into the deep blue water below. LOL. Its become such a necessity every each time we go swimming. And there was this supremely annoying pair of girls who were loitering around the diving pool, flitting from board to board in an extremely infuriating manner, so much so that Cheryl proclaimed "If their father weren't so nearby, i'd slap their faces, i swear."

They were such morons, i'm telling you. They like, did everything we did, and said everything we said. WHAT THE FUCK?! I kid you not. I didn't even know kids like that fucking existed.

The EMAs are on right now, and awhile ago, there were people from the audience groping Justin Timberlake's mighty-fine arse. Wish i was there, wish i was in their place. Although given all that charisma JTimberlake supposedly has, he's not really cut out for the hosting duties bestowed upon him. He's like, mumbling into the mic. Nevermind, he's Justin Timberlake, he who declared that he was bringing Sexy Back, he who looks oh-so-unbelievably-fly in a suit and tie, he whom you immediately forgave for the publicity stunt/wardrobe malfunction in 2004. But of course, he's Justin Timberlake.

And OHMYGOD! Brandon Flowers from The Killers just grew a freakin' moustache. WTH, i have no comment. They can continue on the doomed path of hot-image destruction while i stand idly by and watch in utter amusement as they proceed with their process of transformation into the category of fugliness. I don't give two shits no more.

Fyi, i've been totally digging Oliver Goodwill for a few weeks now. He's the hot wolf guy in the Call Me When You're Sober video by Evanescence. I'm not buying Amy Lee's fake sweet-innocence thing in the last frame of her vid, but the guy is a real hot piece of ass. Check him out!

See? I always mean what i say. Love the smolderingly sexy look in his eyes.

Au revoir,
-Victoria

updates in the name of harry potter + movie marathon

2006-11-21T17:38:00.000-08:00

What's up, bitches?!!

Guess, GUESS, GUESS WHAT!

The Harry Potter & The Order Of The Phoenix trailer is OUT.

This is the German one though, coz German is sexy, and its the only one that's sharp. You can get the English one on Youtube, but the resolution is lousy as hell.

Yeah, i know you love me. Yeah, i know i'm some sort of an egomaniac, but WHAT THE HELL. The fifth installment of the Harry fucking Potter franchise is HERE, thank God! Oh yes, there's on-screen action worthy of riling Radcliffe fans up to the point of sending Cho Chang actress Katie Leung murder threats. If you remember that far back, a kiss happens in the fifth novel, and you will therefore witness that on the silver-screen come July 13, 2007.

Just some pictures, to give y'all a taste of what the movie's gonna be like.

the all-important kiss

my, the Weasley twins have definitely grown- not for the hotter, i might add

new character: Luna Lovegood, played by Evanna Lynch

MOVING ON

Annabelle popped over to my place yesterday. We arranged to have a freakin' MOVIE MARATHON. Yan was suppose to come too, but she was "really, really shagged" (her words, not mine) and decided that she couldn't make it. So, Annabelle and i did Death Note (partial), The Covenant, 13 Going On 30, The Departed (partial), White Chicks, and Harry Potter & The Sorcerer's Stone (partial).

We gave up on Death Note coz the movie was in Japanese and the subtitles absolutely SUCKED. They totally didn't match up, and made no sense at all.

The Covenant. One word. WHOA.

To be fair, the storyline was pathetic and the script was pitiful. Both were pratically nonfuckingexistent. Its one of those movies, like same theme as Constantine or Charmed, except those two were so much better. Comparable to that stupid something or other movie starring Christian Slater and Tara Reid. But wow, THE GUYS MORE THAN MADE UP FOR IT.

As far as i know, everybody loves Caleb. I'm no different. My favourite part? The pool scene. Damn, all that male ego and bonding and masculinity and whatnot. Oh, i also really love it when guys get competitive. Anyways, the abs and asses were a fantastic sight.

Chase Collins is fugly. But the four, Caleb Danvers, Reid Garwin, Pogue Parry and Tyler Simms, are the definitive equivalents of H-O-T. Sizzling, steaming, scorching, absolutely.

Annabelle smacked me with a cushion, coz she was so annoyed at my numerous proclaimations of hotness each time Caleb, Reid, Tyler & Pogue came on screen.

Caleb & Pogue

Mixing with bitches

The girl-pants wager

Before the fight- is Caleb HOT or is Caleb HOT?

Reid, with the silver blonde hair, and that intense death stare. Someone scream SEX, please!

Have you seen guys looking so fly?
Toby Hemingway (Reid Garwin) & Chace Crawford (Tyler Simms)

Sorry, i just can't get enough of that bad boy vibe.

Played tennis this morning, and i swear, if the freakin' ball ricochets off my racket frame ONE MORE TIME, i'm gonna murder someone. Fucking annoying as the game gets, i'm still loving it. Got Prison Break Season One this afternoon, late, i know, but who gives a rat's ass. Let's see if it converts me into a Wentworth fan!

Love, Love, LOVE

-Victoria

the sound of waves

2006-11-17T22:56:00.000-08:00

Today was such a nice little turn of events. The original plan was for me, Annabelle and Cheryl to go shopping and catch a movie, before having dinner at New York New York in CityLink. Then on Wednesday, Natesha messaged me and asked if i wanted to go back and visit our primary school, coz their gonna knock it down and rebuild. Made a bunch of calls, then change of plans. 11am, meet at the front gate. People that were suppose to be present: Annabelle, Natesha, Sulin, Comint, Natalie, Meixi, Nicole and Nicki.

Nat, MX, Nic and Nicki were a no-show, due to various reasons. But i did have a rather nice conversation with Nicole on the phone the night before. She's got cca, and some person was coming down to assess them or whatever, thats why she couldn't go. Excusable, totally.

As usual, i was running late. Met Annabelle, Sulin and Natesha at the MP library, coz there was some screw-up along the way, and no one was in the school. It was completely deserted, except for some security guards, who chased the three of them out. Got there at like, 11.45am, and we stuck around playing cards and exchanging stories, while listening to the scandalous dirt Natesha and Sulin had to dish. Some of their juicy tales were such major shockers!

Then Sulin left to meet her friend, so we sat down at the first floor cafe for a bite. (Chocolate truffle for me, chocolate rainbow cupcake for Annabelle) Absolutely sinful! Walked all the way to Parkway, like what the hell. Weather was terrible. Lunch at Swensens, i felt so abolutely bloated. Tomato seafood chowder in a bread bowl + American french fries with tartar dip = 20 laps-4 times/week. GOSH.

After lunch, they helped me shop for Miss Lee's wedding present! She's getting married tmr, and i cannot wait to see what her gown looks like! Haha, we found something almost immediately. Like, the first shop we went into and we got it. Bought her this incredibly gorgeous chess set made out of glass. Actually we saw the chess set, then went to Hallmark to see if there was anything more suitable, but they all insisted the chess set was so much better.

Purchased the glass chess set, got the lady at the counter to wrap it as such to my liking, then went to MPH to look for wrapping paper! HAHAHA. We all had something classic in mind, problably silver, which was what we got in the end. Walked down the aisle on the left, past the magazine racks, and then this Italian sports magazine caught my eye.

This French newbie from AC Milan was on the cover, and Natesha was helpfully supplying info about the hottie. And she knows just 'coz he plays alongside Kaka. Oh, she also insists that Andriy Shevchenko and Kaka are bestfriends, and that Shev should just go back to Milan. Wth! He is so fine at Chelsea, Abromavich did not pay thirty million pounds for nothing! But she agrees with me that Shev is fantastically hot. LOL.

Anyways, while we were selecting wrapping paper, we realised that Comint was missing! And you know what, SHE WAS SCAMMING ON THE HOT GUY. Like, taking photos of his gorgeous face with her phone and all. HAHAHAHAHA. His name's Yoann Gourcuff, fyi.

"Gourcuff is being talked of by many as Zinédine Zidane's heir apparent due to his similar height, build, movement, and skill. That has led to his nickname "Petit Zizou".

He started his Milan career by scoring a goal and being one of the best players on view in Milan's first UEFA Champions League match against AEK Athens. Gourcuff is suspected to be one of the greatest players in years to come and AC Milan will vouch to help him succeed that position." -Wikipedia.org

See? Hot, right? Ahhh, and he's only 19-years-old! SAME AGE as the super-adorably-hot Cesc Fabregas.

Cabbed to my place from Parkway, took some photos by the pool, then Natesha ahd to go for some dinner thing.

there's a place called Ocean Avenue, where i used to sit and talk with you

So Annabelle, Comint & I headed down to the beach with the intention to cycle. But the bike rental place was almost closing by the time we got there, even the CLOSED sign was hung up. After much argument and debate between Annabelle and I (Comint: anything also can, Annabelle insisted on cycling while i wanted to just walk aimlessly around), in which i cleverly pointed out that i gave in to her most of the time, but she rebuked and said that it was in fact she, who gives in to me. Okay Annabelle, you're right. I'm sorry, but it was so pointless to cylce! Besides, i still love yooooouuuuuu. HAHAHA.

We sat on that huge rock, the three of us, and watched the waves break and the boats bob. The sun was setting, bathing the entire beach area in orange light. We didn't talk much, just listened to the sound of waves crashing and kids playing in the sand. Its been such a long time since i went to the beach, i mean, properly go to the beach.

They buried my feet in the sand, lol, it was such fun. Then Annabelle had to leave, and Comint and i couldn't run after her fast enough coz our feet were gritty with sand. So we let her go with a departing wave, and spent some time jumping over the waves.

My shorts were like, ninety percent wet. Tried cleaning our feet in the water, impossible! It was dark by the time we managed to jump off the rock, and our feet just got dirty again. LOL. The walk back was funny, because some concert thingy was happening in the open field, and we went closer to check it out, but realised it wasn't as interesting. Some guy sang Chasing Cars, but not very well.

The underpass was CREEPY, like all echoing voices and fluorescet lights and weird shadows. We played Ocean Avenue by Yellowcard with both our phones, to fill up the empty void.

FUN DAY, i'm happy.

-Victoria

P.S Michael Ballack is SEX

skin (blog) problem

2006-11-16T20:39:00.000-08:00

Yes, this skin is kinda screwed in the sense that you can't differentiate one post from another coz the time and date is the same size, except bold.
Yes, i do love this skin and have taken the time to personalize it.
Yes, i intend to fix the problem.
Yes, i will keep this skin, AND FIX THE PROBLEM.

You know what? I'm such a lazy bitch. I owe this blog so many freakin' posts already, from the end of finals, to Perth, to the hols and all the stuff thats been going on. And the one thing that was holding me up was the blogskin, so yeah, now its fixed. But do still need to find the final solution to this final problem. Just think of it as a minor glitch, and tolerate this minor-glitch-nonsense.

screwed

2006-11-11T23:58:00.000-08:00

you know what, this skin is seriously fucked. so heck, i'll deal with it later, or maybe some html-savy genius like Jolene will help me out. Meanwhile, i'm screwing drama class and heading down to Vivo. Topshop&Forever21 are showing! Blame the non-existence of quality skins on blogskins.com for the lack of new posts, with the exception of this one.

Ciao!

Do you really want to live forever?

2006-11-08T16:51:00.000-08:00

Let's dance in style, lets dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not?

Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The music's for the sad men

Can you imagine when this race is won
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders we're getting in tune
The music's played by the mad men

Forever young, I want to be forever young
do you really want to live forever, forever and ever
Forever young, I want to be forever young
do you really want to live forever?
Forever young

Some are like water, some are like the heat
Some are a melody and some are the beat
Sooner or later they all will be gone
why don't they stay young

It's so hard to get old without a cause
I don't want to perish like a fleeing horse
Youth's like diamonds in the sun
and diamonds are forever

So many adventures couldn't happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams swinging out of the blue
We let them come true

Forever young, I want to be forever young
do you really want to live forever, forever and ever
Forever young, I want to be forever young
do you really want to live forever, forever and ever

Forever young, I want to be forever young
do you really want to live forever?

you make it hard to be faithful

2006-11-03T23:43:00.000-08:00

"Lips Of An Angel"

Honey why you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now.
Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?
I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud

Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel

It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And, yes, I've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don't think she has a clue

Well my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel

And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel

Honey why you calling me so late?

Austin Winkler's vocals are so heart-wrenchingly sexy it makes me melt.

shoot.

2006-10-05T23:48:00.000-07:00

Math tmr, and i would give anything to not take it. But i know its impossible. This is the most messed up i've ever been over an exam.

People attempt to succeed. Athletes compete to win.
So why try when you know how it will turn out in the end?

~*~

"Savin' Me" -Nickelback

Prison gates won't open up for me
On these hands and knees
I'm crawlin'
Oh, I reach for you
Well I'm terrified of these four walls
These iron bars can't hold my soul in
All I need is you
Come please I'm callin'
And oh I scream for you
Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin'

Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me

Heaven's gates won't open up for me
With these broken wings I'm fallin'
And all I see is you
These city walls ain't got no love for me
I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story
And oh I scream for you
Come please I'm callin'
And all I need from you
Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin'

Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me

Hurry I'm fallin'
All I need is you
Come please I'm callin'
And oh, I scream for you
Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin', I'm fallin'

Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me

Hurry I'm fallin'

NOT HAPPENING

2006-10-05T15:54:00.000-07:00

IN YOUR FACE, MAN U FANS!

Atletico tired of Torres speculation
Thu 05 Oct, 2:15 PM

Atletico Madrid have once again warned Manchester United that their star striker Fernando Torres is not for sale at any price.The 22 year-old Spaniard admitted that the Old Trafford club showed an interest in him during the summer, leading to fresh speculation that Sir Alex Ferguson had made a £5 million down-payment to sign the player at the end of the season.

However, these reports have angered Atletico sporting director Jesus Garcia Pitarch who told Sky Sports: "We are tired of this question.

"Atletico is a club that doesn't speak about rumours, but I insist that we have not received any proposition from United or any other club in recent times for Torres.

"For us this subject is closed. El Nino is our player and has just signed a contract with Atletico for a long time and it is our intention not to sell him."

Torres, who scored three goals at the World Cup for Spain, has been linked with a host of clubs in the past, including Chelsea and AC Milan.

-Yahoo Sport

i'm staying upbeat

2006-10-05T15:39:00.000-07:00

Higher Chinese Paper 1, wrote nonsense. My work was utter rubbish. Thank god they allow dictionaries, or i would've failed so badly no amount of damage control that comes in the form of excessive shopping and numerous trips to the chocolate spa could fix the problem.

History, i left 1d blank. Yep, absofuckinglute genius. Wasn't very affected though, the over policy was working well in my head. Went to Parkway with Sharan, Rachel (Wong), and Parveena. Talked to Yan on the bus.

And to top it all off, THE OVERDRIVE TICKETS ARE SOLD OUT.

They wanted to have lunch at BK, so headed over. Met Tessa, Pam and Chanel there. Had a nice conversation about what we wanted to name our kids in future. LOL. If i have a boy and a girl, he'll be Ralph, and she'll be Lauren. But if i have twin boys, then one will be Calvin, the other Klein. HAHA! That is, if i ever do have kids, which is not very likely, coz i find them highly annoying and kinda a waste of time.

Hit Coffee Bean after, which seems to be our favourite study hangout of late, and I LOVE THEIR COFFEE. Wayyy better than Pacific Coffee and Starbucks. Coffee Bean wins, hands down. Saw Tessa, Pam and Chanel again, they came over to our table. Chanel sat down with us, i stayed a little while before leaving. My bag was freakin' HEAVY. Ugh.

Blah. Fuck, Fernando Torres is moving over to bloody Manchester United. Gosh, there's gotta be something wrong with the world or whatever, what with all the shit-ass crappy things happening lately. Can you honestly imagine him in the disgusting AIG jerseys instead of the red-white stripes of Atletico? I thought he was suppose to be loyal to Atletico, blah blah etc. Proves how no one can maintain their bloody loyalties in the face of financial temptation. Apparently Ferguson made a higher bid, compared to Mourinho. What was Jose thinking?? Sheesh. Roman would part with his cash in a heartbeat for such a big name striker who's young and has the whole flash factor going better than all of the Chelsea squad (with the exception of Andriy Shevchenko) combined. Wasn't he hot for a superstar team?

BUY PHILIPP LAHM.

Although its not really as if i'm gonna convert. Blues all the way. And the idea of my Torres on the same team as Cristiano Ronaldo is slightly nauseating.

swear i knew it all along

2006-10-04T22:33:00.000-07:00

Go ahead, slap me in the face. You're totally entitled to. I deserve it. What kinda loser screws Science up?

I absolutely detest myself for being stupidly overconfident and underestimating this paper.

It was a fucking giveaway. The kind of paper where, if you study hard enough, and know your shit inside out like the back of your hand, it'll be a definite pass.

"Vindicated" -Dashboard Confessional

Hope dangles on a string
Like slow spinning redemption
Winding in and winding out
The shine of it has caught my eye

And roped me in
So mesmerizing, so hypnotizing
I am captivated

I am Vindicated
I am selfish
I am wrong
I am right
I swear I'm right
I swear I knew it all along

And I am flawed
But I am cleaning up so well
I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself

So clear
Like the diamond in your ring
Cut to mirror your intentions
Oversized and overwhelmed
The shine of which has caught my eye
And rendered me so isolated, so motivated
I am certain now that

I am Vindicated
I am selfish
I am wrong
I am right
I swear I'm right
I swear I knew it all along

So turnUp the corners of your lips
Part them and feel my finger tips
Trace the moment, fall forever
Defense is paper thin
Just one touch and I'd be in
Too deep now to ever swim against the current

So let me slip away
So let me slip away
So let me slip away

So let me slip against the current

So let me slip away
So let me slip away
So let me slip away
So let me slip away

I am Vindicated
I am wrong
I am right
I swear I'm right
I swear I knew it all along

Slight hope
It dangles on a string
Like slow spinning redemption...

smile, i guess

2006-10-04T13:14:00.000-07:00

Science = Suckershit.

Moving on-
Went to Coffee Club with Cheryl, Cass, and Pron. Well, at first we were deciding between Cafe Cartel and Coffee Club, but then Cartel was closed, it was 10.58am!!! Hahaha, so we went next door to Coffee Club and read the sign. It was slated to open at 11.00am. LOL. Cass waved to one of the waiters, and guess what, THEY OPENED FOR US.

Yeah i know, we have so much pull, shops open so we can patronise them! LOL. Actually, i think "The Wave Of Cass" did the job. Seriously, she's got this magic wave or something. People react to it. HAHA!

Cheryl went to draw money from her ATM, and before she left, we said Cartel. Then at Coffee Club, we chose seats that were all the way behind. So while we were going through the menu with the waiter hovering nearby, Cheryl walked pass the Coffee Club entrance. The three of us were laughing and pointing Cheryl out, and the waiter went and got Cheryl over. I think she was a little embarrassed. Lol. So fyi, Coffee Club has great customer service.

Made plans to have dinner after the exams again, and we all wanna go shop till we lose 10 kilos in Thailand. Pron invited us over to her place, for her birthday party in December. Apparently it'll be a grand affair. So if we do go, Cheryl, Cass and I will jet down together. Something to look forward to (:

More exam discussion, which i tried my best not to be a part of. Cass wanted to rip up her notes! Like, right then and there. LOL! I was like, CASS! We all agreed to have a barbecue, where we burn our notes instead. Yes, the innovative mind of Victoria is indeed brilliant. HAHA! I'm such an ego shite sometimes.

identity crisis

2006-09-29T14:55:00.000-07:00

English finals today, and for some extremely stupid and godforsaken reason, the Section B topic of Paper I was Singapore Idol. Bloody fuckface, i really don't understand why innocents like me can't escape the curse of retards with no talent whatsoever. I'm even forced to write an essay on them. Sheesh, there's something wrong with the world.

Oh, by the way, i currently feel as if i'm experiencing some kind of identity crisis as a blogger, not that it even matters to you. So don't expect too many updates until the impending holiday season.

Lastly, all the best to everyone taking their FYEs around this time. Good luck, darlings.

Love, love, and more love
-Victoria

September hols

2006-09-09T11:47:00.000-07:00

I AM ADDICTED TO LONDON BRIDGE.
Gosh. How many of you know why Fergie (Stacy Ferguson) titled her solo debut album "The Dutchess"? I only realised when i was reading a tabloid while getting my hair done. I'm sure you've more or less heard of Sarah Ferguson, the Duchess of York? Formerly married to Prince Andrew, the Dutch of York. Its a startling coincidence that both of them go by Fergie in the media. While Stacy Ferguson is professionally named Fergie, Sarah Ferguson was styled "Fergie" by the press.

"Her first album due in September 2006, is entitled, The Dutchess, a mis-spelt variant of the former title of Sarah Ferguson, the Duchess of York, with whom she shares a surname and popular nickname."-Wikipedia.org

I am so smart for drawing this conclusion by myself. Lol. The video's pretty hot too. Ooh, speaking of videos, go check out JoJo's Too Little Too Late MV, you get to view a futile attempt of her trying be Posh, complete with wavy highlighted tresses, major hoops, oversized aviators and teeny shorts. Except i don't think Victoria Beckham would be caught dead lying on the bonnet of a car. Unless its for the sake of a Dolce&Gabanna or Roberto Cavalli photo shoot, then its a different matter. LOL. Even the footballer in JoJo's video is called David. Shame he ain't hot.

Teacher's day celebrations, couldn't cut school coz i already did for National Day. I reclaimed Nikki's Some Like It Hot from Mrs P! My Mom made her a cake, coz i aced Math very nicely this term. Especially since i decided to get my act together after they had a teacher-parent conference. Also got my Creative earphones back from Miss L! Once again, i have to commend myself for being such a genius. Here's the theory: It's teacher's day, they can't say no. Or else they won't get as many cards and flowers and presents the following year. HAHAHAHAHA! Blahh, i should've asked The William for my football file back. Fyi, its a file with numerous photos of hot, gorgeous and adorable footballers like Fernando Torres, Michael Ballack, Lukas Podolski, Xabi Alonso and Philipp Lahm. What a waste!

LOL, Kareena developed this theory a long time ago:

Footballers: Fernando Torres + Xabi Alonso = The F1 Driver Fernando Alonso.

Unfortunately Fernando Alonso isn't hot, gorgeous or adorable because he got an overdose from both of them. Ahhh, okay that was slightly retarded. But at least its not as bad as Parveena's theory:

If Fernando Torres' girlfriend, Olalla, marries France and Chelsea midfielder Claude Makelele, she will end up being "Mrs Olalla Makelele".

LOL. Parveena, i love you because your football instincts are more hilarious than mine!

The other day, both of us were texting back and forth during the Germany VS San Marino Euro qualifier, like totally raving about the German team. I miss Germany so much! Their like, the only team that maintained their jersey numbers, with their names on top. All the other countries either switched the numbers around (England! Bloody assholes. Crouch is wearing 9, which belongs to Rooney, Downing is wearing 11, which belongs to JCole, and so on), or they play with nameless jerseys (everyone else).

THIRTEEN-NIL, BABY! Is Germany fantastic or is Germany fantastic? Germany's bloody fantastic! 4 goals by Lukas Podolski, which basically reminds me yet again why i'm so in love with him and his baby blue peepers. Lol. And Lahm was being his usual adorable self. Germany totally dominated the match, and the whole game was played in the San Marino half of the pitch. They kept attacking so relentlessly that the German defenders were bobbing around midfield, joining in the attack.

It was like the bloody World Cup all over again!
1-Podolski
2-Schweinsteiger
3-Klose
4-Ballack
5-Podolski (Schweinsteiger pass)
6-Klose
7-Schweinsteiger
8-Podolski (hat trick!)
9-Hitzlseprger (first goal for his country, derived from a Schneider free kick)
10-Podolski (his fourth!)
11-Hitzlsperger
12-M.Friedrich
13-Schneider (penalty)

San Marino-0

The 13th goal, was a penalty, and Germany had set a new record trashing, that they called Lehmann over to take the shot. LOL! Only Germany knows humour in such a manner. Lehmann ran all the way over, grinning like a Cheshire cat, and then Joachim Lowe told him to go back! Bloody prude. I preferred Germany better when Klinsmann was the coach.

Before this match, was the France-Italy match. Barthez wasn't playing! Taking his place as guard of the net was Gregory Coupet, who's got amazing blonde hair and talent to match. If asshole Domenech had even half a brain, he would've played Coupet in the World Cup, or at least alternate between the two. Coupet's got fire, and you can see traces of Oliver Kahn in him. He's like the French version of "the Titan". Last time i saw Gilardino, he was hot. During that match, someone turned the heat level up a notch. As usual, Fabio Cannavaro and Andrea Pirlo make an awesome team. There was this free kick by Pirlo, and then Cannavaro headed, Coupet really had to dive for that ball. Spectacular save by Gregory Coupet. And Gattuso and Grosso shaved their heads!

The September break has really been a great chance to catch up on football.

WAIT A MOMENT. I FORGOT TO MENTION: MONOLOGUE!

I can't believe the subject of Monologue lay completely forgotten somewhere in the back of my mind, and it was such a major milestone in Drama. Firstly, Monologue was scheduled to happen on Monday, and my timeslot was around 2.20pm if i'm not wrong. I only started memorising on Saturday night, which was so utterly last minute.

And i hope no one ever mentions this to the Drama teachers. Monday morning was breakfast, followed by self-rehearsal. Then came hair & make-up, and then my aunt drove me to school. I was so freakin' nervous, to the point where i was pretty certain the speed at which my heart was beating could totally give Schmacher a run for his next Grand Prix.

It was still break, and i got changed, prepped my lines with Krys outside, then went into the studio. When my turn came, Trish, DebQ and Nikki helped me set up (big thanks to all of you, and much love!). I forgot to bring bedsheets! Gosh. Thank god, Nikki had. She let me use them.

As part of my monologue prep, i did some research on Nancy Sinatra, go-go boots and other sixties icons, like Twiggy and The Beatles. I think the most common colour for go-go boots is probably white. Anyways, i asked my Mom if we had any go-go boots, and she said yeah, apparently we did. The shiny brown Max ones we bought in Queenstown, NZ, earlier this year. Lol, i guess they do bear some similarities, and totally saved me the trouble of having to make the decision between all the other black leather stilettos boots/sequinned coloured cowboy boots/earth-toned seude boots that we had. And there's a variety to every category.

I was a nervous wreck. DebQ and Trish were trying to calm me. Then it all happened so fast, and i remembered fleetingly the expression on the teachers' faces. When i got to a certain part, i remembered seeing Trish and DebQ sitting in the audience, and they were bloody laughing. Seeing their expressions kinda jolted something in my mind, and the words and sentences which were flowing along quite smoothly in my mind suddenly disappeared, leaving me with a phrase here and there, and random stuff floating round my head.

Once you lose your momentum, your build-up goes to utter waste. You can't remember anything, and those few seconds where you rack your brains, searching hard for the correct lines, the words you're suppose to say, are only seconds to everyone else, but to you, those seconds are time frozen in eternity, with all eyes staring at you expectantly and the lights glaring down on your face. It's no joke, sweetheart. Believe me.

Okay, this post is all scrambled up, so try and reshuffle the parts. After T-day celebrations, Georgienne, Annabelle, Claire and i went back to our primary school. Not much teacher activity going on, so after catching up so-called with the others, we walked to Parkway. I'm telling you, i spend half my freakin' life there or something. LOL.

Comint, Meixi, Natalie, Nicole, me and some others trooped over to Parkway for Mos. And you know what? I had 10 bucks in my wallet, and i gave it to the uncle in the school canteen, and i FORGOT TO COLLECT MY CHANGE. BLOODY HELL.

So i was left with what little coins that were in my wallet. Oh gosh. After we, or should i say they, had lunch, we went to MPH and met up with Nicki, Natesha and Sulin. LOL. It was raining bloody cats-and-dogs outside, and they were completely drenched to the bone. Then Nicki tried to hug me! Haha, i was trying to push her away.

NATESHA'S GAGA FOR KAKA!

Haha. Comint's crazy for Becks, even though he got booted off the national team, according to my Dad.

Daddy: You know what actually happened? They wanted to kick Beckham off the squad, but they let him resign in public to give him face.

Me: Whatever, Daddy, i don't believe you.

Daddy: It's up to you, but it's true. I read it somewhere.

Me: Okay, sure, whatever. He's still hot.

Back to David Robert Joseph Beckham. You know, even though he's supposedly old hat around the younger generation of footballers like Cesc Fabregas, Fernando Torres, and Lukas Podolski, he's still got the sex appeal of the golden god he is. I mean, come on, Captain Marvel? Stevie-G? Fat Frank? None of them are comparable to the legendary Beckham.

Speaking of which, oh gosh, Brooklyn is so absolutely adorable. I wonder if he'll be as hot as his daddy when he grows up. Demi-Ashton can do it. HAHA! You should get what i mean.

I watched The Devil Wears Prada on Saturday (2/9/06) with my aunt at The Cathay. It was great, although Anne Hathaway's doe-eyed innocence can get a little annoying at times. Ooh, Meryl Streep is DA BOMB. Her ice-queen demeanour and razor-sharp disposition is such a joy to watch on film, bearing in mind how such timeless acting leaves its audience awe-struck. Kudos to Meryl Streep, who's also responsible for a giggle or two for her hiliarious role of therapist of Uma Thruman's character in the movie Prime.

Just look at her!

The perfect character you would so love to hate.

Of course, you just can't get enough.

And omg, I LOVED THE CLOTHES. They were bloody fabulous. Andy's makeover was loads of fun to watch.

Listen to the experts!

Love the outfit, its fabulous.

A closer look at the epitome of chic.

Oh yes, the shades. Kill for them.

Every fashionista needs an entourage, no?

The bitchy PA injects lashings of humour.

MOVING ON.-

We played tennis! On Friday. 8th September. Georgienne, Pron, Jolene and I. It was brilliant fun, had an awesome time. AND A GOOD WORKOUT, TOO. Oh yes, they can so play. And i was wearing my Reebok pleated tennis skirt, it has no pants under! HAHA. Nor did i take the precaution of wearing shorts. So each time i jumped up to take a volley, the skirt flies up, and... Well, i'm not sure what happens really, i wasn't aware of the extent tow hich i was being an exhibitionist, really. Lol.

The forward players are so pitiful. (Jolene and me) We kept getting hit by the balls. I remember very clearly smacking one particular volley straight at Jolene. It got her in the throat! OMG, and all of them each whacked one at me. Not on purpose, but yeah. CASUALTY, PEOPLE.

OKAY, LONG POST. HAPPY, MY SWEETS?

Chelsea will win the EPL.
-Victoria

Drama: the group phase

2006-08-30T07:05:00.000-07:00

The one thing that never fails to amaze me is the atrocities of life. When you think it just can't get any lower, life takes you south to a whole new level that defines "worse". And as usual, i bring you the drama, scandal and gossip of mine.

Although my life doesn't play out like a Lindsay-Paris catfight over Matt Leinart in some hotspot like the Hyde nightclub, that is besides the point.

I would like to start off by saying that Drama FYEs are almost over and i haven't broken down once, despite being pushed over the ledge that defines breaking point on different occasions. Crying isn't my style. Major freak-outs are. And the seconds before both practicals are when you see me at my very worst. It is such a miracle that no bloodshed was involved throughout this process of juggling both our set and devised pieces. I was pretty sure that at the rate we were going, bitch-slapping would be a definitive part of the overall scene.

Drama is so dramatic.

And i remain slightly unfazed by the irony of life.

Life, in general, is becoming such a huge feature that i've decided to stop philosophizing for the duration of this post.

Let me begin from Saturday. Tennis in the morning, and i've found a new way to improve my backhand: Just imagine the ball is the head of someone whom you find highly annoying at the moment, and WHOA, does your ball spin and travel in a perfect arc or what?

Cass, Pron and Fatimah came over after, and to be honest, we weren't exactly productive. In fact, we were the opposite of productive. Whatever we did last Saturday morning defines the term "hanging out", instead of "practice" or "rehearsal". God. To be honest though, we weren't exactly in the mood to do anything, which was so not an excuse, thinking back. I mean, to "not be in the mood to do anything" during set rehearsal would be equivalent to receiving flak from Trish. If only everyone was as driven and focused as Trish.

The second Victoria drink is out! Hahaha. Hot on the heels of my Justea+Sprite Ice concoction is the Currant&Cranberry juice+Sprite Zero mixture. And i'll bet Cass, Pron & Fat will personally vouch for me on this one. The stuff we were up to basically amounts to nothing, but it was fun.

Saturday afternoon had Drama, as in my own, followed by solo practice. Then i went home, took a shower and headed over to DebQ's place to work on Set Drama. Found Nikki going through her script and Trish sleeping like a baby on DebQ's bed. Oh, and DebQ's got a lil'bro, who's like, super hilarious. I mean it! Debs, i totally wish my bros could be more like yours. Wouldn't that be oh-so-pleasant? Hahaha. Anyways, we left Trish to sleep, and the four of us (Nikki, DebQ, DavidQ, me) trotted over to the 7-Eleven down the street for sustainance, before we started working on Set Drama. Okay, on my blog, DebQ's lil'bro will be called DavidQ. Because "David" refers to David Beckham, and Becks shall and will remain the only David in my life. LOL.

We pretty much didn't start practising until awhile later. OMG, i can kick a football in wedges! HAHAHAHAHA. Shock-oh-rama! Its a miracle i didn't sprain my ankle or whatever. Lol, but it was cool and i had a ball of a time. And i'm so hopeless at kicking a football! Seriously.

ANYWAYS, Jovina didn't come for practice, stupid moron. So we had to practise with either DebQ's older sis, Dorea (is that how you spell it??) or her lil'bro standing in for Jovi's character. Idiot. We kept rehearsing the fingers part, which was really retarded, because none of us could get it right. And Nikki kept sitting on the wrong part of our well. We had fun though.

Then Nikki had to leave, and her Mom bought and brought us dinner. Chicken pie, curry puff, this pita bread thingy which tasted amazing. Yep. We were all sitting on the sofa, and DavidQ kept changing the channels to all his lame-ass shows (LOL), and Trish and i were insisting on MTV or StarWorld, because this David Beckham documentary was on. Watched it before, but it definitely beats Gulliver's Travels or whatever on Hallmark.

We got bored, and i went outside to kick more ball with David. Okay sorry, but the Qs are getting a little weird. Yep, i'm still a semi-bimbo when it comes to playing football. So, yeah, played in wedges, and David kicked the ball like, all the way to the end. I was lazy to retrieve it, so i called Debs out and we decided to play badminton.

BLOODY HELL. I can't play badminton anymore! AAHHH. Like, i'm so used to the angles of tennis that when the shuttlecock comes my way, i'm positioned tennis-style. Sucked. I couldn't hit properly, it was disgusting. I kid you not! Ugghh. But it was quite okay, considering the fact that i haven't touched a badminton racket in such a bloody long time (4 years!). Except maybe the other time, aeons ago, when i stepped on Rachel (Wong)'s badminton racket by accident. I think she was ready to kill me!

Slept in on Sunday morning, then went for Drama in the afternoon. Ms Gracey was sitting in, and watching everyone's pieces, like giving comments and stuff. I decided not to go for theory class, so i went around like, 4. My mom made me bring a cake for Miss Pauline. Early teacher's day present! Haha, she hugged me! Then Ming was all like, can we cut the cake now? I'm like, so hungry! Gosh. Miss P did cut the cake, everyone had a slice or more, and they all had positive comments! *grins* We were discussing the whole Mars thing, because it was suppose to happen that night. Ms Gracey was telling us where the best possible location to catch it might be.

Ming and I caught a preview of Ms Ying's group recital this year, and don't mind me, but our year was loads better. Although they definitely deserve the benefit of the doubt, since their performance hasn't gone through the Ms Ying-polish-and-refine process yet.

Cass, Pron and Fat reached my place early, or maybe they were on time. I was still at Drama, so they chose to wait by the pool, instead of going up. I think Fat or Pron were extremely tempted to jump in. Lol.

I FORGOT TO MENTION. I experienced another footwear-malfunction! The strap of my white wedges came out from the sole, i don't know how to explain, but i totally regret kicking a ball with wedges on! Next time i'll just stick to sneakers or flip flops. AHHH, i'm such a sucker for shoes. Ming had a good time laughing herself senseless about my misfortune. Byotch!

Met Cass, Pron & Fat outside the clubhouse, coz that was the furthest my temporarily mended shoe could take me. We decided on music easily, and i must say, our selection was pretty darn awesome. Its such a shame we only started to get our act together the night before. My Mom cooked pasta for dinner. Ate, got back to work.

We were on the clubhouse rooftop until 10.50pm or something, when Cass left. Then Pron & i tried to settle the whole props and costumes thing. She was at my place till 12.15am, my Dad gave her a ride home.

When i got back, i still had to bathe and get all the stuff ready, which didn't work out very well because i was exhausted on the verge of collapsing, and my mental-physical coordination was terrible. So, blow-dried my hair and fell into bed.

NEXT MORNING (MONDAY), -DEVISED.

Woke up, and burrowed deeper under the covers wishing i could somehow or other develop a strange-unheard-of illness so severe and life-threatening that i wouldn't have to go to school. I hope you're aware of how overcome with dread i was. Because the very lazy me chose to hit the sack instead of get all the clothes, music, etc ready for drama, everything had to be done within the space of 15minutes, early in the morning, when i'm not even half-awake to begin with. So i thought, heck, might as well be late and get all the stuff.

Ahh, the sacrifices i make for the performing arts.

I got booked, but not scolded! The first and only good sign of the day, coz everything went downhill from then onwards. We agreed to cut lesson so that we could rehearse during second period. And the tension was so heavy a stilleto heel could pierce it.

Speaking of stilettos, i can run in them! HAHAHA. That will be mentioned again in a later post.

The other lessons were spent worrying, dreading and hoping. This is how bloody screwed-up the whole thing was.

After school, got food and began intense rehearsal. Intense is the word. Won't say anymore. Then there was the whole...whatever it was, and we realise it was virtually impossible to get out of doing Devised. Fucking hell.

Sitting outside the studio, waiting for our turn, i'm not sure how to describe it. In a way, its like waiting for your own execution. But not the old Elizabethan kind where they chop your head off, more like the modern-day shit of getting hanged. The slow, painful death, feeling the very fire that burns within your physical-being extinguish itself.

Whatever. Best to forget.

Then we went to DebQ's house again to rehearse for Set piece. Very productive, and Jovina was absent as usual. Trish and i worked on the catfight part! HAHAHA. It was getting so violent, DebQ had to bring a mattress out for safety purposes. LOL. Decided on costume, etc.

Got home around 9 plus or 10, i think. Don't remember. Got all the stuff together. AND I SLEPT WELL FOR THE FIRST TIME.

TUESDAY-SET PIECE.

I think we must've used our entire lesson time preparing, rehearsing our lines, experimenting with different hairstyles, selecting accessories. Madam C kept telling us off during Science, LOL. Ahh, being Science rep is so retarded.

Practised during recess too, in a Sec1 classroom (Trish's juniors). Took Jovina through the catfight, what to do, where to hit, when to fall. Everyone was kind of crowding around us, like watching with what i dare say was a mixture of curiousity, awe, and amusement.

When school was over, we got food and drinks, and began rehearsing. The main focus was the catfight, which had proved to be slightly problematic. Doing something over and over again in hopes of perfecting it within a highly limited period of time can prove tedious beyond belief. Take it from me, i kid you not.

In the play, Trish's character Berta, has red hair. But none of us planned on using a wig or red spray. Then we saw all the other groups with either wigs or spray, and i guess the need to compete materialised. Thankfully, i'd placed a call to Kailing earlier, who gamely agreed to lend us her red spray.

Make-up was a problem too. I FORGOT TO BRING EYELINER. Bloody hell. There was also the whole problem of us being subjected to immense pressure by the whole thing itself, and the unfortunate part is that we had to perform at a point where some of us were ready to break down.

I slipped a line or two. Trish forgot a line. DebQ, who constantly grappled with her lines during our numerous rehearsals surprisingly nailed all her lines perfectly. Jovina broke down when her scene was over. I caught a glimpse of her through the curtain after i exited.

I guess the whole Set piece thing was a better effort, in my opinion, because it wasn't a last minute one. You cannot imagine the relief that washed over me when the group exams were over.

Slowly walking down the hall, faster than a cannon ball
Where were you while we were getting high?
Some day you will find me, caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky

-Victoria

no surprises here

2006-08-28T23:43:00.000-07:00

DEVISED WAS UTTERLY SCREWED UP.

Why am i not surprised?

I make the rules and this is how it ends
Heartbreak, baby, is half the fun
You birng the bullets; i'll bring the guns

Promises of a full-length and fabulous post pertaining to all the drama happenings of late. Simply too exhausted at the moment.

pissed, stressed, Cesc Fabregas

2006-08-24T21:45:00.000-07:00

I'm feeling pissed, stressed, and Cesc Fabregas. So i'm gonna post a photo or photos of Cesc, in an attempt to make myself happy.

Here,

wearing a suit, lookin' smokin' hot

on the pitch, sizzlin' and on fire

Okay, that's not really happifying or whatever, but no matter. Life sucks. Drama is driving me nuts. School's driving me nuts. I feel like whacking someone with my tennis racket, just to de-stress. Drama theory tmr, SO WHAT AM I DOING AT THE MOMENT?

Exactly. I think i need someone to come over and empty a bucket of ice-cold water on me. That's the kind of wake-up call a person like me requires. How screwed-up can things get? Finishing up with the whole creative stage of Devised has only relieved a tiny fraction of my worries.

You have no idea how fucked-up everything is. Its gonna be a relatively short weekend filled with long days and heavy tension. Dammit.

ON A LIGHTER NOTE,

I would like to thank Jolene for humouring me on MSN the other night. Oh, and she also sent me JT's Sexy Back after countless errors occurred with the whole transfer thing. I must've spent the whole time complaining to her about how retarded life was and how it sucked that Blogger was being an utter bitch for refusing to cooperate with me, AND SHE WAS SO NICE AND KIND AND PATIENT. Therefore, i have arrived at the conclusion that Jolene rocks! LOL. And she agrees that Gianluca Zambrotta is sexyyy!!!

I like nice people!

I can't stand shameless people. They're just so annoyingly irksome. Like, the kind of people who live in the category of ridiculous? Yeah. There's like, ridiculous-hilarious, and ridiculous-shameless. Ridiculous-hilarious people are good fun at times, but ridiculous-shameless people really get on my nerves.

I'm sure you know what i mean.

Someone send me Shayne Ward's No Promises please!

By the way, i'm getting really tired of this skin, but i don't have the enrgy or patience to go trawling around blogskins.com looking for a decent skin. If any of you, my dear darling friends, are capable or know anyone capable of creating blog skins, please let me know! I'm interested in maybe a collaboration? Yeah, something along those lines. Or else someone be kind enough to teach me how to use photoshop! That would be fine too.

Hope life's better for you.

-Victoria

half and half

2006-08-22T21:48:00.000-07:00

I don't know why i'm blogging, but i feel duty-bound to, so yeah. Lol. Now, this post is gonna be half football, half life, so if you absolutely detest my soccer-related rants, you are welcome to scan the entire post for the parts on anything other than football. But i'd rather you not, of course.

See, the thing is, the EPL just began over the weekend, and i'm on this EPL-induced semi-high, so there's stuff to blog about.

Liverpool-Sheffield: Whoa, i must say, Neil Warnock's side has proved quite a challenge to Liverpool. And Mark Gonzalez looked absolutely hot, with his dark hair all spiked up and this intense look of concentration on his face.

Kareena dropped a bomb on me today, btw. Ashley Cole, recently married to Girls Aloud singer Cheryl Tweedy, has moved to Chelsea, i think in exchange for William Gallas, who's gone to Arsenal. Bloody hell. If stupid A.Cole hadn't gone to Chelsea, Mourinho would probaly start negotiating with Bayern Munich for Philipp Lahm. Now, wouldn't that just be absolutely fantastic? Haha.

Arsenal-Aston Villa. Ha, another draw. And another thing in common with Liverpool. Gosh, whatever. Cesc was really cute though. But i'm not like, totally into him or whatever.

OKAY, i know this is terribly lukewarm, but WHATEVER. I'm just moody at the moment.

I missed Manchester United-Fulham and Chelsea-Manchester City on Sunday night. Parveena texted me updates on the Man Utd mtach, and i caught the Chelsea replay the following day. There was one point where the camera focused on the injured players in the stands, and there was Ballack, Geremi, Makele, and Cech. Michael and Petr looked soooo hot. Michael Ballack was wearing this black leather jacket with a black tee inside, while Petr Cech was wearing this light blue collared shirt, with a black blazer over. It's a total comfort, compared to watching players like Drogba, Robben and Wright-Phillips.

And Man Utd absolutely trashed Fulham. 5-1! I was pretty surprised, since i kinda expected the injury laden Man-U to be all lacklustre and pathetic. They proved me wrong though.

LIFE, now.

I was into Cristiano Ronaldo today. And Rachel (Wong) and Kareena got a huge shock when i told them. LOL. Sharan loaned him to me for 12 hours, starting 7am this morning. Well, the loan's expired, but i'm kinda glad, coz he's not nice to like. Like, even if my mouth claims he's hot and whatever, i don't mentally or emotionally or psychologically or physically agree. Seriously. But he looks really heat-generating-possible modelling for Pepe.

Below is the negotiation between me and Sharan regarding the Cristiano loan. LOL!

pour toujours fabuleux~ testosterone boys and harlequin girls
what is cristiano doing in the photo where he's wearing this blue collar shirt?

SHAAA : D
modelling for pepe.

SHAAA : D
hahah.

pour toujours fabuleux~ testosterone boys and harlequin girls
WAIT

Argh! Fatigue...
oh i found the one with fernando's bump

pour toujours fabuleux~ testosterone boys and harlequin girls
WHAT?

SHAAA : D
mm?

Argh! Fatigue...
but ain't that obvious cos he's wearing shorts

pour toujours fabuleux~ testosterone boys and harlequin girls
CRISTIANO MODELS FOR PEPE???

pour toujours fabuleux~ testosterone boys and harlequin girls
WTH

Argh! Fatigue...
lol!

SHAAA : D
yeah, he does. hahah

SHAAA : D
his pepe pictures are hot.

Argh! Fatigue...
gotta go

Argh! Fatigue...
ciao! and Luvs!

Argh! Fatigue...
i'm gonna have awesome dreams abt the italian team

Argh! Fatigue...
hahaha!

pour toujours fabuleux~ testosterone boys and harlequin girls
bye!

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OMG SHARAN

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THE PHOTOS TO BLAME FOR THE 12-HOUR CONVERSION:

Now i'm positively sure you understand. Lol.

Moving on. Zany on Saturday was an utter disappointment, irregardless of the fact that our class won. I still think we could've clinched top spots for both Zany and Cross-country, so yeah. Sam was first for cross country, which was awesome. Otherwise, the whole thing was retarded.

Had drama in the afternoon, and the class was doing improv when i got there. It was raining, and i couldn't get a cab, so i ended up late. Annabelle called me on the way and told me to wait for her, coz she had no money for her cab fare. Lol, so i had to provide her with cash, how convenient. And my cabbie was an utter asshole. Miss Pauline gave me a "symbolic" prop for my poem piece during solo practice, and its quite hilarious to work with.

And i bought new tennis shoes! LOL. Nice ones too.

Watched Liverpool-Sheffield when i got back, and as you all know, the result was a draw. Same went with Arsenal and Aston Villa, however Man-U and Chelsea really gave it good to Fulham and Man City respectively. 5-1 and 3-0. Terry, Lampard and Drogba scored for Chelsea. English players have been on a scoring streak lately, its amazing.

Sunday morning my phone woke me, and i went back to sleep. Then i got up awhile later, washed up, changed, etc. Got ready and loaded the rackets and balls into the car. Went to pick Natasha and Vanessa, who were already waiting for us. Played 45minutes worth of tennis, the sun was crazy. I played Vanessa, and she hits really pacey balls! I mean, they've been playing for like, 4 years, so i can't really compare. But Vanessa said i was not bad, considering i only started learning properly for less than a year. Lol.

We went swimming after. Spent like half a million years in the toilet complaining about girl stuff, like our weight, or tan lines, or whatever. The both of them are like, super-model skinny. Think long legs and the works. Anyways, when we got out, Vanessa wanted to do laps, while Natasha had forgotten to bring her goggles, and besides, she only wanted to tan. So i did laps with Vanessa, chatting after every 2 laps. That girl is totally committed, she just keeps going, free-style over, then breast-stroke back. To and fro, non-stop. Since i'd already done my share of laps on Friday evening, i joined Natasha in the sun after 6 or 7 laps. She enjoys it, apparently. I only tanned with her coz i wanted to even out the lines i got from Zany the day before. I don't know how she tolerates the sun, coz i felt like i was burning, or melting. And there's also a catch: You can't wear oversized sunnies to shield your eyes, or you get disgusting tan lines on your face. Euww, like who wants that right? Tan lines are gross enough as they are. My Mom brought us cold juice, vegetarian pizza baguettes and chilled mango. We did our backs after getting bored with our fronts. The thing about sun is that it makes you incredibly relaxed. And i didn't want a line on my back, so i untied my top, lying on my front of course. The thing is, its a must to remember that your top's untied, or you end up flashing everyone by the poolside. I didn't forget, lol. But my hand-coordination was terrible. I kept fumbling with it until Natasha had to get up and tie it for me. LOL! Then Vanessa was done with her laps, and we headed for the diving pool together. There were like, 5 boys in there, and a really tiny girl who dove extremely well. The boys were just cannon-balling in and causing splashes everywhere. We were kinda worried that like, if we jumped off the diving boards, and landed belly-down in the water, our tops would come off. LOL. Didn't happen coz we took precaution. Tightened the strings on our bathing suits before attempting to dive. Both of us had a blast, while Natasha remained lounging on the deck chair, trying to deepen her tan. Apparently they want their tans to last them till winter when they get back to Canada.

After sending them home, i got back, had a bath. Then caught the Germany-Sweden international friendly at 2pm. Omg, you really have no idea how fantastic it is to see all my German players again. Especially Philipp Lahm. Miss him so much! Watching him play again reminds me of how seriously adorable he is, a fact that i've long forgotten ever since the Premiership started. And that sucks! I'm getting kinda sick of just watching the usual people, Shev, Michael, Petr, JCole, Mark, Aurelio, Xabi Alonso, Cesc Fabregas, Cudicini, Van Persie, etc. It gets quite tedious after a few games. I wish ESPN showed the Bundesliga. Then i would stay up and watch all The Bayern Munich and Borussia Dortmund matches. MARKUS ROSENBERG came on for Sweden as a sub. He is so amazingly gorgeous.

YES. This golden hottie is Markus Rosenberg. I call him Mark Ros, for short. Can't say Mark, or we'll confuse him with Mark Gonzalez. Yep, here's another photo.

Monday, had school, which was retarded? Yeah, i think. I cut CCA, went home to catch the Chelsea replay instead. Fell asleep duirng the first half, i was so bloody tired! Washed my face and caught the second half. I LOVE SHEV!

Today, we had this NE Learning Journey thing. We were dismissed 10minutes early from our last period, which was Science. Cheryl made me braid her hair, then together we tried to French-braid DebW's hair. We screwed up somehow, and i wnated to flop down on the chair which was supposedly behind me. I ended up on the floor, ass-down. Then came a chorus of "Omg vic, you okay?"s, and i realised hey, there's no chair. Really appreciate the concern from everyone in the vicinity, however, i really do NOT appreciate the absence of my chair. Firstly, my tailbone hurt like shit, and it stayed that way for the next few hours. Secondly, it hurt to move. Thirdly, i don't even want to document this, because it sucks.

So anyways, we were dismissed early from Science, so everyone went outta school to stock up on snacks and drinks for the trip. We went to the war musuem first, which was terribly saddening, because there are all these letters or notes tacked on to the walls, written by the family members of those who fought or played a part in the war. And the raw cruelty of it was just bluntly displayed, it makes you shiver to realise how lucky you are to be standing there, life could be a million times worse.

Next stop was this barrack area thingy with an exact replica of the guns that the British used to fight the Japs. This huge cannon thingy. And there were barracks and stuff. The class was retarded. A couple of us wanted to slide down the top of the underground thingy just coz it had a gradient. Like, hello? Can anyone spell embarrassing? Seriously, there are some people in my class whom i wouldn't like to be caught dead with in public.

Then we went to the Kranji War Memorial place and had a look at the gravestones and stuff. The really unsettling thing about being in a cemetry is that once you enter the place, irregardless of how loudly you talk or whatever, there's this deathly silence that hangs in the air. The sun was shining down, we were surrounded my natural warmth, yet there's this distinct chill that snakes its way under your skin which is impossible to ignore.

Its times like these that really make you reflect and wonder, if these people who've died sacrificed their lives for the freedom of mankind, then just how insignificant are we in this universe? Then it struck me there was more to life than pink lipgloss and pink cellphones, sometimes we need to do things that don't only benefit ourselves, but in a way, they help others too. Honestly, i think we can all be such selfish people, putting our sole interests above those in need.

But i do know that one of these days when i'm strolling around Orchard or anywhere, and when i see some bag or top or accessory that i absolutely must have, all the above mentioned reflections will cease to exist in my mind.

And thats just how disgustingly meaningless life is.

-Victoria

2006-08-18T21:36:00.000-07:00

Wow, its already Friday. Seems like the week's gone by so quickly, yet again. And i'm sitting in the school library at the moment, being told to update by Rachel (Wong, this time), who's sitting next to me. Oh, and i just got physically assualted by her, because i left the Cadbury Turkish Delights my Dad bought to rot in the fridge. I think their still rotting in the fridge right now.

Oh well, whatever.

I'm really starting to wram up to my Justea + Sprite Ice concoction, its fantastically refreshing. Lol. And OMG! I know i kinda promised not to be all soccer and stuff, but WTH. Maybe Kareena, Rachel and i should all go on a football diet. YEAH. Like, not talk about football, or Mark Gonzalez for a week. I lost the Cesc bet! Arrgh. Kareena and i had a bet, i claimed that Carlo Cudicini was spelt with an "e", like, Cudicine. Kareena said it was an "i". Like, Cudicini, which is how its supposedly spelt. So now i've lost Cesc Fabregas to her, along with Philipp Lahm, Xabi Alonso, and Iker Casillas. Ugh, stupid bitch. LOL. On the other had, i've got Shev, Fernando Torres, MARK GONZALEZ, and well, Carlo Cudicini. What? Chelsea's got hot keepers. Think Petr Cech and Carlo Cudicini. And Cudicini's got sexy thighs. Sexier than Zambrotta. Or maybe not.

Theo Walcott scored in the Eng;and U-21 draw against Modolva. But i do agree with Steven Gerrard. It was a fatal mistake by Eriksson to take him to Germany. OMG X50!!! Owen Hargreaves played the No.7 shirt against Greece. Like, what the hell. SERIOUSLY. Come on! We all know that the England 7 shirt is most commonly associated with Beckham. Its like, bloody general knowledge. Don't get me wrong though, i love Owen hargreaves. I think he's an absolutely brilliant player. But why can't he just stick to 16? Forget it.

Back to life. Life's been kinda hectic, in a way, yet all of us seem to be semi-drifting on this lazy-lax high, occasioannly being plonked back down to Earth when our terribly disgusting results are announced. This is truly the term of slack. The tests that we, or rather i, thought that i might've breezed through came back to me with horrific results. Just shows that we can't always pull off the last-minute run-through every single time. And they said life was never fair. Lazy-lax, because we're all kinda relieved that all the etsts for this term are officially over, except maybe for 2 more mini-tests, Science and Math. Unfortunate, but true.

I TOTALLY FORGOT. Miss L changed my seat. Ugh. Bloody fucking hell. So now i have to make new friends with the class cupboard on my right, and the familiar face of the very adoarble Olivia on left. Nothing to say, except now, i completely understand why people go around saying "Miss L's a bitch!". And next time someone makes such a comment, i will nod my head in uetter agreement. Dammit, what am suppose to do with no one in the vicinity to talk to? At least Nikki's there, and we're diagonal again, like how we used to be. Lol. Major case of deja vu.

But hello, who do i dissect matches with? Especially with EPL starting tmr? Kareena on the other side of the planet, and Rachel miles away... Freakshit, its depressing, just thinking about it.

On a lighter note though, i'm playing tennis and hitting the pool with Natasha, Vanessa, and their cousin from Germany, whom i've never met before. Its our last chance to hang out, before they fly back to Canada on Monday or something. Then i think Aunty Betty and Uncle Geoff are leaving for Perth today, and we won't see them till next year. And Jonathan's flying off to Michigan, and we probably won't see him till another four years. Or something. My Mom just told me this morning, during the drive to school. Crap, everyone's leaving.

Zany Day tmr. RETARDED. We'll all probably be going psycho and taking a zillion photos in memory of our last year together as a class. Next year everyone'll be going in different directions, we'll slowly drift apart, i'll be playing cards with different people or not at all, i don't know. Thinking about the future sucks, even though everyone says its better to plan ahead. I think we should all just take each day as it comes, as it is.

Shit, the bell just rang. Gotta fly!

Loveya,
-Vic

life as it is, at the moment

2006-08-15T09:12:00.000-07:00

Alright, alright. Less about football, more about life. Although reading my football-related posts can help you cheat any hot player conversation without mentioning typicals like David Beckham or Raul Gonzalez. Oh yes, and another Gonzalez has beaten Raul to top the looker-list. Mark Dennis Gonzalez Hoffman, to be precise. And honestly, i think it sounds slightly better than Ricardo Izecsen Dos Santos Leite or David Robert Joseph Beckham. I know, i know. Its sad and all, how Goldenballs is getting kinda passé. Word also has it that he can't keep his place on Real Madrid's first team. Aww.

Mark Gonzalez: Well, they always say a picture is worth a thousand words.

And then there's Manuele Blasi, the mystery guy i mistook to be Andrea Pirlo in that Dolce underwear add. Oops, my bad! So its actually in this order, if you bother to refer, Andrea Pirlo, Fabio Cannavaro, Gennaro Gattuso, Gianluca Zambrotta and then Manuele Blasi. Yep, Blasi's got the hottest abs, although Zambrotta seems to have the best package...

MOVING ON-

I'm terrible, seriously. Kareena and i had a go at an entire carton of B&J's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough, and were filled to the lungs after. But nooooo, it wasn't enough. We still had to drop by Video World for Twisties and our Monday dietary staple, Sour Power. Gosh. Math was cancelled, but we walked into Science by accident, and it was a half-hilarious situation.

Then i went for CCA. Which was plainly retarded. Afterwhich Janel, Rachel (Yong), Faith, Parveena and i dropped by Caltex, for Rachel to purchase this drink called Jolly Shandy, highly recommended by Faith. Then we went to Video World to sit down for drinks, snacks, and friendly banter. Ohh, FYI, i now pride myself in being a fabulous mixer of fantastic creations, resulting in fantabulous drinks! LOL. Actually, i bought a bottle of Sprite Ice and a oacket of Justea. When i'd downed half the bottle, i proceeded to pour the Justea in. It tasted awesome, but i could only taste the Sprite, whereas everyone else could taste the distinct flavour of lemon green tea.

Can you believe how its only Tuesday? Argh. Oh yeah, i also kinda had a bust-up with Mrs L, who's my 2nd English teacher, and coincidentally my 3rd FM. Mother of all horrors. You see, Mrs K, my 1st English teacher, gave us a timed assignment (writing) the week before, and instead of handing up a crappy second-rate essay, i spent most of the time sifting through my creative juices, looking for some inspiration. The topic was "A Day At The Fleamarket", opposed to "A Memorable National Day". Since i didn't find National Day very memorable, i chose Fleamarket, trying to come up with something remotely interesting. It wasn't happening.

I'm not the sort of person who writes purely for the sake of handing up a piece of work, if i do write, it has to possess quality. Or else forgot it. I'd rather fail that aspect. Anyways, i didn't pass it up that day, and totally forgot about it over the weekend. Monday would probably have been the latest, but i ignored Olivia when she reminded me that i had an overdue deadline to meet. Instead, i dissected the entire FA Community Shield match with Kareena. Big mistake.

Needless to say, i gave in an unfinished piece of work, and i got Kareena to pass it to Mrs L for me. That must have struck her as utterly rude, so she mentioned it to Mrs K, and now, both my English teachers have got a horrifically negative impression of me. Fucking hell.

Stayed back after school to work on drama with my group. We're doing Sunday Costs Five Pesos, and i play Celestina Garcia, bratty daughter of the wealthy Don Nimfo Garcia. LOL. Krystel's got the same character, but she claims the role totally suits me. Well, no comment, really.

~*~

Just got back from watching Seed Of Chucky on HBO. Omg, thats one movie you can really call stupid. And i had an ace weekend. Pity the new week had to start so soon. Next thing we know, its the September break, followed by Term 4, and then FYEs. Ugh, the mere thought makes my head hurt.

I'm updating more often, don't you think? Although i do predict a dry spell is soon to come. I will try my best, though.

England Under-21 mtach later. Against Modolva. Don't think i'll catch it, or else i'd probably go to school a walking zombie. THE ONLY THING THATS STOPPING ME IS MY CONSCIENCE. Oh hell, i really wanna see Theo Walcott play. He's so adorable!

We'll see about it.

A life marked by excessive self-indulgence and moral decay

Toodles!
-Victoria

CHELSEA LOST!

2006-08-14T21:49:00.000-07:00

Oh gosh, Chelsea lost! To Liverpool! John Terry's team lost to Steven Gerrard's team! England captain's vs England vice-captain! Okay, i'm over it. Give my Blues a few games, max three, and they'll be in tip-top condition, ready to trash the Reds.

However, i sportingly admit that Liverpool produced a great show last night, compared to Chelsea's almost-poor performance. John Arne Riise's goal was brilliant, and where was the Chelsea defence, may i ask? What was World Cup Star Squad defender and newly-crowned England captain doing at that very momnet??? Bloody hell, Riise single-handedly brought the ball from the Liverpool end, firing a long-range piledriver shot into the Chelsea mouth. All by himself, no passing along the way.

The only Chelsea player up for any action last night was Andriy Shevchenko. Raring to go, vocal, and full of confidence, Shev was ready to challenge Riise. My god, if Chelsea were more together, they would've nailed in another goal, before maybe the Peter Crouch header, and then the match might've gone into extra time or penalties? I don't know, i've always loved watching penalties, because you feel as much anxiety and tension as the players themselves. Well, except maybe for the England-Portugal one. That one was just...speechless and crushing.

I also noticed that Liverpool've got a couple of rather fly players. You know, Xabi Alonso, Fabio Aurelio, MARK GONZALEZ! Omg, he's like, so absolutely HOT!

You guys commented that my posts are reeeaally long. Lol, what can i say? I don't really see the beauty in short posts, you know? Like, today i brushed my teeth and went to school and it sucked then i went for lunch with some friends before cabbing home and watching tv after i did my homework, afterwhich i went to sleep. You get what i mean? Thats just not my style, so whether you love it or hate it, the long posts are here to stay, and the short ones depend on my mood. Works? Great!

Loveya,
-Vic

football & hollywood

2006-08-12T22:58:00.000-07:00

MAJOR CRISIS!!!

I'm so in on football news and so out on Hollywood gossip. I can tell you how much Chelsea paid for Andriy Shevchenko or what injury Michael Carrick most recently suffered, but i had no idea Alexis Bledel and Milo Ventimiglia broke up. LOL. Its such a typical co-star pairing. Look at Sophia Bush and Chad Michael Murray. Now Alexis and Milo. Next thing we know, it'll be Rachel Bilson and Adam Brody. Oh, and the thing about Justin Timberlake and Cameron Diaz? Are they together or are they not? I read an article claiming they've broken up coz Cameron wants kids and Justin wants to focus on his career, and then the radio announces that the couple had an extremely humbling experience in some African village or whatever. Like, hello? Jude Law and Sienna Miller too. Please, we all know Sienna would never have reached It-girl status had she not been dating Jude. Or is she still? Jude Law seriously reminds me of Jonathan Rhys Meyers. As in, acting style. Compare Closer and Match Point, you'll find several similarities between the two.

1) ASIER DEL HORNO WENT TO VALENCIA!
Well actually he did quite some time ago, but hey, i only just began my Asier-tracking.

2) JOHN TERRY IS ENGLAND CAPTAIN!

Hahahahaha. A lot of people were rooting for Steven Gerrard, but my Dad said John Terry was the obvious choice. He isn't relatively scandal-free, but he's not exactly the most highly marketable player. I think maybe Gerrard's got a cleaner slate than Terry does, but my Dad pretty much justified my Terry-as-captain indignance. He said that Terry's been a solid player, very consistent, highly reliable and possesses the "air of authority" to lead England. Then Kareena claimed that i was only okay with it coz "John Terry is captain of Chelsea". Hell yeah, now that she's mentioned it. I wouldn't mind adding another national captain to my new favourite squad. So now we've got John Terry (Captain of England), Didier Drogba (Captain of Cote D'Ivoire), Michael Ballack (Captain of Germany and terribly sexy), and last but not least, Andriy Shevchenko (Captain of Ukraine and best mates with Giorgio Armani). Now, how bloody desirable is that?

3) DAVID BECKHAM'S BEEN CUT OUT OF THE NEW INTERNATIONAL TEAM!

Stupid Steve McClaren. If it wasn't for David Beckham, people wouldn't buy England jerseys. He practically changed the face of football. Now football and fashion are on the same page, thanks to Goldenballs. David Beckham brought the commercial aspect of football to greater heights, and by marrying Victoria "Posh" Adams, he bridged the already small gap between football and fashion.

Now Armani does England's off-pitch wardrobe. Fredrik Ljungberg models for Calvin Klein. Shev and Kaka model for Giorgio and Emporio Armani respectively. Posh & Becks used to model for Dolce & Gabbana. D'you get what i mean?

Although on the other hand, i do kinda understand why McClaren wants to leave Beckham out of England's new starting line-up. It's a new era, and he's taking football in a different direction. No more England players appearing in the papers for all the wrong reasons, no more WAGs spending their spouses salaries by the hour on designer goods, etc. But then again, doesn't McClaren get it? It's all these high-profiled antics that makes England what it is.

What's England gonna do without David Beckham???

And if Alex Curran thinks she can be the next Posh just coz Steven's England's vice, she should think twice.

Here's a reassurance for all those who're already missing David: at least JTerry's got a six-pack.

See? Its a semi-consolation already. Community Shield tomorrow night, and then the England Under-21's face off against Modolva on Tuesday, i think, followed by the England friendly against Greece, JTerry's first match as official Captain of England. Then exactly one week from today, the EPL begins.

CAN'T WAIT-

Tennis this morning, it was not bad, after two weeks or so off the court. But it kinda sucked in the sense that i walked off frustrated, instead of satisfied. And i hate my grip, its just been re-taped, but i don't care. Its annoying the bloody shit outta me. I'm gonna buy a new one.

I made a collage today! Seriously, like with glue and photos and everything. I'm so proud of myself! LOL. Was late for Drama. They were watching the French version of Joan of Ark. And Miss Pauline changed my poem! Absolute relief, since W.S Slater's Proper Study didn't quite click with me. My new poem's buy Brian Patten, and its really good coz i can personally relate to it. I'm doing Charlotte Bronte for prose, but i have no intention of actually tackling the book. So, yeah.

I JUST REMEMBERED. I haven't blogged about PBA filming! We did it at DebQ's house last Sunday, and it was seriously retarded and utterly hilarious. I've discovered that i'm one of those girls that's just not capable of looking masculine in a men's work shirt, instead i either look like i'm wearing the guy's shirt after we've shagged, or according to DebQ's sister, i remind her of Angelina Jolie in Mr & Mrs Smith after she and Brad did the deed. WHATEVER.

Like, fifty days ago or something, i googled Gianluca Zambrotta and came across this scrumptious photo that basically answers all the doubts i've ever had about the appeal of Italian football.

Which also kinda explains why i've been feeling very Andrea Pirlo all this while. Check out the abs! This is a Dolce & Gabanna underwear add, fyi. Sexy, isn't it? LOL.

Enjoy, and enjoy Sunday!
-Victoria

National Day at the Swissotel

2006-08-10T22:17:00.000-07:00

This blog is so due an update, otherwise it'd probably disintegrate into blogospheric oblivion. People are telling me to blog, and i think raving about Volchok and the OC hardly counts as a real update.

Monday was retarded, i don't even remember what happened. But i won't mind trying to recall. OH. Okay, i barely slept on Sunday night, and Monday morning was basic super-shit. And the hangover symptoms didn't help either, not that i really touched any booze the night before. Maybe i should start investing in SK-II eye masks or something.

First period PE only added to my immense happiness. Wow, 2.4km run plus red eyes and semi-headache, a real formula for successfully educational physical development. Bloody hell. And our quiet new guy teacher went on some course, leaving us with the lioness of a discipline teacher. No thanks, dude.

Anyways, i guess i did okay, with Nikki taking my time and Rachel dragging me the last two rounds. Oh, getting me through the last round was a joint effort between Nikki and Rachel. That is how bad i am.

Tuesday was National Day celebrations, school was suppose to end around 10plus. I wisely gave it a miss, purely because i didn't feel like it. My maid woke me up, and i felt like going back to sleep, so yeah. Then i called Meixi in the morning, and we agreed to meet up at Marina Square, 12.30. I was runnig late, big surprise, but because i was painting my nails pearl pink. She called me way earlier and said she was already there. So when i got to Marina i called her, she told me to meet her at Warehouse, opposite French Connection. So i thought, wow Marina brought in French Connection too? I looked across from Warehouse, and saw Women's Secret. Or was it Bebe? Either one. So i told her that there was no French Connection opposite Warehouse. And she went, Omg i think i'm at the wrong place.

NO COMMENT.

Seriously. I've never ever in my whole entire life encountered a person who got the location wrong. Marina Square and Wisma Atria are two completely different places! Gosh. Meixi is so blur. Anyways, she's gone totally Nicole Richie. I mean, literally. MX darling, no offense. But she's like, bloody thin now. She claims it gastricitis. I think its probably bulimia. Hello, she must've dropped like, 10 kg or something.

We spent ages at Diva. It's so kitschy! And they do pretty cool accessories. All the earrings and necklaces you see in Australian magazines can be found there. We walked like, the entire first level. Like, from one end to the other. Tired. Had lunch at Coffee Club. Had fun exchanging little anecdotes and happenings in our respective schools. Had a laugh bitching bout some of our mutual ex-friends.

There was like, a Chelsea-Betis match on ESPN, before The Hills on MTV. Not a live one, but i had a good time getting to know the team i currently support better, and ogling the cute Betis players. A few to take note off would be Joaquin, Juanito, and i don't remember. Lol. I kinda deleted the list i made by accident. That's how serious i am about football and footballers. Haha.

HOWEVER, i find it such an absolute waste that i should only take a liking to the supremely delicious ASIER DEL HORNO now, when he's on his way out of Chelsea. To Villareal or something. Damn.

Wednesday. Woke up bored. Watched some retard dvd which was plain garbage. Packed up and drove down to the Swissotel. My father booked a room there just to see the National Day fireworks. Pleasant view, nice room. Linked to Raffles City, so my Mom and i had a good time gallavanting around.

She took a liking to this pristine Guess? bag, but their new piece was short of perfect. The white had dirt marks on the side, no way were we settling for that. Patronised the make-up counters at Robinson, and my Mom talked me out of buying the gold Shu Uemera eyelash curlers.

Fireworks that night was awesome to watch, only because it's not such a common sight over here. I almost dropped one of my hoop earrings over the veranda. Wth. Watched Singapore Idol for the first time after that, and i must say, it sucks. I used to think Dick Lee wasn't very bad, but now he's just plain gay. No comment regarding the second judge, Florence something or other. The third judge, whatever her name is, is seriously pitiful. The MediaCorp people should include reading the Thesaurus as one of the clauses on her contract, she appears to be at a loss for words 99% of the time. Ken Lim rocks. He's the only judge that tells it like it is. Dick's fine, but rather gay.

The Confessions Of A Broken Heart girl was so bad. I mean, i thought Lindsay was terrible, but this girl is in a league of her own. Why the hell is she even on TV? Sheesh! The guy who sang the Friends song, Joakim or whatever, oh god he's such a teenybopper it borders on nauseating. And he looks a hell lot like that guy who won that ChU singing competition. The blind guy. Yeah. Jonathan Leong and that Hady guy were not bad, they were the only names i actually took note of. Paul Twohill, the only contestant who's name is even remotely familliar, is a retard. Seriously. He looks like a girl. And yet a guy. He's like, neither here nor there. I don't know what to say about him. Me, i normally understand different appeals, but i just don't get this dude. The least he could do is kohl his eyes properly. His hair's disgusting, i don't even know why people try to imitate. Hey, its cute at first, but the 15 minutes is OVER. Get a life!

Today. Didn't wanna wake up. But i did, in the end, when my mother said she was going over to Raffles City to get breakfast. Tagged along, and had Mos as my first meal of the day. Then met up with my aunt, and we zoomed around Raffles City again. Bought sunnies at Aldo Accessories. Had lunch at the Soup Spoon. They do great food there.

Moved on to Bugis. Walked some more. The usual places. Topshop, Dorothy, Diva, make-up counters at Seiyu, etc. Bought Fashion Babylon at Kinokuniya. 20% off storewide. I was quite tempted to buy Angel by Katie Price. Its basically another version of Star by Pam Anderson. So-called celebrity with huge boobs writing a book about a fictatious but based on real-life experience character trying to make it in the industry. These two are like, the US and UK versions of each other. And for those of you that don't know, Katie Price goes by Jordan. Yes, the bitch who shocked the world by claiming she slept with David before he got with Posh. Stupid.

And i'm kinda semi-over Asier already, since JT's been playing in my head, claiming he's bringing Sexy Back. Finally Justin's releasing a solo record, after an eternity-long music hiatus. I can't wait to watch Alpha Dog and Edison.

I've also got this sudden new theory. Kevin Volchok is like Jason Wahler and Jake Gyllenhaal kinda. Jake, the eyes. Andriy Shevchenko is like, this cool mix between Justin Timberlake and possibly Ryan Philippe. Except more golden-boy-ish.

Yep, okay. School tmr, hope another horrid Art episode doesn't occur. My, this week's really rushed by in a blur.

Porciones de amor,
-Victoria

and the reason

2006-08-03T09:42:00.000-07:00

The anti-blog bug has bitten me yet again, so i'm guessing you're fully aware of the week-long drought. Doesn't matter, i'm here again, gracing you with my holy presence.

Argh whatever, i'm not really one for overly-egotastic ranting, so yeah. Anyways, i meant to blog last Thursday night, Friday night, Sunday afternoon, or during one of the lame-ass weekdays earlier this week, but couldn't bring myself to.

Sole reason: The OC Season 3 is rather preoccupying.

And to all of you unlucky souls out there who don't have the privilege of catching it before Ch5 decides to air it a gazillion years later, too bad. Oh, and i always did a good job of adding salt to an open wound.

The pleasure of appreciating Kevin Volchok aka Cam Gigandet is all mine. He's like, the guy your mother warned you about and your father would beat up should he dare show his face on your doorstep. Think black leather jacket and ripped tees, tight abs and baggy jeans, lazy drawl and hot-rod motorbike, heck-care attitude and druggie, all your bad-boy fantasies thrown together into one on-screen hotshot.

Fall in love,
-Victoria

the very definition of exhaustion

2006-07-27T10:05:00.000-07:00

Oh gosh. I am so tired, like on the brink of collapse kinda tired. The Doc would probably diagnose me with chronic fatigue or severe exhaustion or something equally serious. I have no free time, period.

The past two days have been a blast. I absolutely adore being part of a cast, like, working together and getting all jazzed up before the performance. This whole process has propelled me to a point where i'm actually considering taking Theatre Studies & Drama again next year. I know a couple of people who've got the intention to quit, but i'm not sure yet. I mean sure, we've had our year of fun, and it's all down to business once Friday is over, so maybe i might change my mind again. Alright, enough about that.

Our playlets stretch over a period of four days. Unwritten on Tuesday and Thursday, Solitude Standing on Wednesday, and Wuthering Heights on Friday. I'm only involved in Unwritten, so its just Tuesday and Thursday for me. I think it sucks though, that we should be doing Unwritten on Thursday instead of Friday. Unwritten should be the grand finale coz its the liveliest and most fun performance, not as serious as the other two.

So Tuesday was Unwritten, and everyone was quite tense because it was the opening performance. You should see the Barbara Ann outfit, its like WHOA. And the make-up? OMG. Thank god i didn't let Pron sucker me into being Barbara Ann in June. Hahaha. Then there was the screw-up with the BA shoes too. LOL. I asked Trish how many things would go wrong before performance, and she replied a million.

The weather was annoying. I was absolutely baking like a loaf of bread in the sweltering heat. It was so humid, you're practically breathing in water vapour. When it came to the make-up part, Miss Suneeta had fun with Afiyah's character, Sunny. I would totally believe if she told me she was on dugs ahd i not known it was all make-up.

My foundation was terrible, i was so pale! Ugh. I kept complaining to Miss Suneeta but she said stage make-up was meant to be like that. WHATEVER. I'm going to do my own today. I also asked her if a quiff was appropriate, and she said yes, that was what they did in the fifties. Ooh, retro! LOL. So yeah, i did a quiff. Took me a damn long time too. Performance was great! Had a pretty responsive audience. Guess they all wanted to check out the end-product of numerous days of blasting music in the foyer. Haha. The one thing i positively love about drama, is the satisfaction. I guess its part of what drives you to do better each time.

I wore a blue La Senza Candy shirt and a white Zara skirt. And Christmas-print girl boxers so i wouldn't flash the world. Lol. Barbara Ann was fantastic. Georgie Girl was okay. Sunny Came Home was great. Frankie was awesome. Unwritten was not bad.

Since i didn't perform yesterday (Wednesday, Solitude Standing), i did hair & make-up! I've come to the realization that i work well behind the scenes too. Isn't that where the magic happens anyway? DEP set up camp in HomeEc Room 1, fyi. The counters are really huge, so in the afternoons, before Miss Suneeta arrives, the supremely exhausted people will sleep on them. It's so hilarious, you should've seen Trish, Raman and Navina yesterday. They were literally sleeping.

Sharan, Rachel (Yong), Steph, Anisha, Sally, Chash and i were playing cards in the foyer. At first everyone played Cheat, then not everyone knew how to play taitee, so a few left, and Sha, Steph and i had a really good laugh teaching Anisha how. We were laughing so hard our insides were hurting and we were doubled over gasping for air, i'm serious! Anisha is absolutely hilarious.

I must've visited Video World about ten thousand times that day, and i was practically living on Justea and junk. I've been eating so unhealthy for the past few days, no wonder i'm losing my voice at the moment. I had a Crunch ice-cream and strawberry-flavoured Sour Power with Kareena after dismissal, then bought Justea, Rollercoasters and candy with Sharan after meeting up with everyone in the foyer. I know i bought more Justea, but i don't remember the rest. Just think along the lines of silly fattening foods.

Then Miss Suneeta came, and they did one or two run-throughs, complete with costume. They got a critical lecture from her before we moved on with the preparations. Like, hair, make-up, costume etc. It was fun helping out. Trish was like, VIC YOu'RE DOING FOR ME, coz Miss Suneeta made her look absolutely horrific on Tuesday for Frankie. I was the one who rescued her from the purple-lipsticked horror that was Trish Menon. Lol.

By the time performance rolled around, i was exhausted. Managed to grab a bite (burger, FATTENING), while they were performing. The audience reaction when Solitude turned around was so...off. Like, not what we expected. Poor Akshaya! They actually laughed, instead of being creeped out. I don't think the DEP girls were too happy.

After Solitude, i received a tip-off from Sha and managed to score a free ticket to the Drama Club production. It was not bad, but i heard they could've done better. Friends who caught it on tuesday night had raving reviews, and yet last night's was merely mediocre. Hopefully tonight's will be good.

Got home around ten plus by cab and i was bone-tired. The driver conversated with me in Chinese and it was a depressing reminder of my higher chinese oral. He was asking why school ended so late nowadays. So i told him that we had performance. Then i listened to him talk about his daughter, who was a teacher, occasionally giving him my two cents worth of "uh" , "hmm", "mmm" and "yeah".

Reached home, had a nice long shower, complete with exfoliating scrub and conditioning treatment. My one and only indulgence with serious consequences. I hate the hair-dryer, it kills the curls and ruins my hair, so i had to busy myself in preparation for today while waiting for my hair to dry.

Slept around 1am and couldn't get up this morning.

In the mornings, while school's happening everywhere, i'm walking around like a half-dead zombie, willing my eyes not to close, and conserving my energy for the evening performance.

This is life, i guess.

Loveya
Victoria

Way to start off the week

2006-07-24T21:40:00.000-07:00

OHMYGOD.

Mischa Barton quit The OC. And there are rumours that she's moving from Newport to Wisteria Lane. Fancy that! Desperate times call for desperate measures, i guess.

Lol. Anyways, Carnival Day last Friday was pretty fun. Except that money was from my wallet and my blue&white striped Topshop skirt was stolen when i wasn't in class.

BLOODY FUCKER, i know you're pathetic enough to go snooping around other people's stuff, but surely no one that shallow actually exists. Stupid loser, go watch the grass grow or something, and RETURN MY STUFF. Especially the skirt. I've got drama performance tomorrow night, and Miss Suneeta was already displeased enough that i wasn't in 'full costume' on Friday afternoon.

The children's party was so stupid. I spent most of it doing the Pulp Fashion write-up, occasionally entertaining requests for my cookies. Oh yeah, i baked cookies, like, by myself, the night before Carnival Day, and seriously, they didn't taste very bad. In fact, they were quite good! LOL.

(I'm doubling between blogging and watching this Steven Gerrard video on Youtube right now, so yeah. Alex Curran is such a retard, i'm telling you. Steven's cute and all, but not really my type. He's like, in the same mould as Juan Riquelme and Xabi Alonso. You get me right? That kinda guy. The adorable boyish look thing, they've got it going on.)

We lost Pulp Fashion, unfortunately. To say we should've won would only be because its my class. But seriously though, the winner wasn't all that fabulous. The whole potato chip skirt thing wasn't excatly innovative, more like fugly. And that girl had this blue shawl thingy like, draped over her shoulders, and tied behind, like Sandra Bullock in the wedding scene of Two Week's Notice. Whatever, i know that her class probably put in an equal amount of effort on that outfit, but hello, our's was way better. I mean, look at the hand-woven front piece and the butterfly ornament! It was totally one-of-a-kind. And Trish was the model with the most attitude, despite being super freaked beforehand.

There was reflections after that, which was extremely ridiculous. Thank God Kareena and i aren't on the CC this semester. The aircon in the studio broke down. Like hello, pathetic much? We had to suffer in the stifling heat of the stupid studio while Miss Suneeta briefed us.

(Don't blame me for randomness, because multi-tasking is part of my life. I think Rachel would love this, there's a Leo Messi vs Wayne Rooney video on Youtube, believe it or not. There's also a Rooney vs Cristiano, and a Torres vs Ronaldo video.)

Miss Suneeta kinda looked around at all of us, and proclaimed that she thought we were suppose to be dressed in full costume for Friday's rehearsal. I didn't feel like wearing mine, so when i went to retrieve my bag, i realised that my skirt was missing. Wth.

We only did like, 3 takes this time, which is a real improvement. I had a bit of a contact lens malfunction during Georgie Girl, but otherwise everything was pretty much okay. Then my Dad couldn't pick me up, so i got a cab home, only to realise that the amount i was sure my wallet contained was not what i thought it was. This never happens to me. Gosh, it was so emabrrassing. And the cab driver, although graciously said it was fine for him to wait while my maid brought some money, kept the meter running. What an ass.

Tennis on Saturday morning, i was in such terrible shape. There's also something wrong with my grip, so my coach is gonna fix it this Saturday. Had a nice meal after tennis. Drama, which i missed the first half of, and then solo practice. Which i still can't get my head round to, even though it is rather challenging.

Sunday night i watched Cabaret at the Esplanade. It was okay, not as much glitz, glitter and glamour as i expected, although it was super sexually scandalous. Not worth the hundred over dollars that the tickets cost though, because it kinda got tedious somehwree in the middle. I wouldn't say it had a weak storyline, i would say it wasn't portrayed very well. But i loved the whole "Welcome to Berlin!" thing. Half the musical was in German or whatever, they kept inserting random German words among the English. I'm fine though, after all, German is the language of Lukas Podolski, Bastian Schweinsteiger, Sebastian Kehl, Michael Ballack and Philipp Lahm.

Speaking of Ballack, he's in today's sports page, along with Shevchenko. I'm so cutting his photo out and pasting it on the back notice board. Ballack is so unbelievably sexy. Have you seen the Coke ad? He looks so physically attractive, you might have the urge to get horizontal with him. Oops. This guy has 3 kids, btw. What a downer. Thank God Fernando doesn't have a love child.

Today, we had PE first period, and i begged off with a stomachache. Effing 2.4! The rest of the day passed in a blur, with Mrs P being very miffed about our insolent behaviour and lack of respect. The one thing i dreaded most happened after.

HCL ORAL.

Anyways, Hui Xin, Herlene, Rachel, SuLynn and i went to the Mos at Parkway for lunch. I was totally craving their Kakiage burger. It's utterly scrumptious. Followed by mint chip ice-cream at Scoopz. Today is such a fattening day. Walked around a little, before heading back to school.

MY ORAL WAS TOTALLY SCREWED UP.

I was extremely nervous before. Cheryl and i were frantically discussing the points outside the class. And we chose the class which Momo was invigilating! Hahaha. I'm kinda regretting it at the moment, we should've gone to Miss LYS's class. She taught us HCL last year, so she'd know us, but not well enough to get too judgemental. SuLynn got Miss LYS, lucky her. She said Miss LYS was super nice, compared to Momo's stoned face. Argh!

The Sec 3 helpers outside with us weren't much help either. They kept laughing at me and Cheryl, me in particular. Excuse me,

BUT I AM NOT A BIMBO.

I cannot stress that enough. I may bear a certain bimbotic resemblance on rare occasions, but i am so not a bimbo. They thought Cheryl and i were supremely entertaining. Gosh, i would spend more time elaborating, but i've got a Geog CA tmr, which i'm most probably gonna screw up, along with English Compre which i hope i don't screw up. And Lit Drama too. DAMMIT.

Life sucks.

Big time.

WHAT AM I GONNA WEAR TMR NIGHT???!!!

FUCK!

I need B&J's. Pronto. 3 more days. Arrgh. This starvation thing isn't working very well.

"I'm hanging by a moment here with you, letting go of all i've held on to."

Heaps of love,
-Victoria

questionaire #2

2006-07-23T12:47:00.000-07:00

Saw one of these things, and felt like doing it. Not that the questions are very interesting, but whatever.

How old do you wish you were?
-20 or 21. I'd like to stay that way forever.

Where were you when 9/11 happened?
- i really don't know. i only found out about it a day later.

What would you do when vending machines steal your money?
-jab the coin return button continously. and HARD.

Do you consider yourself kind?
- not exactly, but i've got a conscience.

If you would get a tattoo, what part of your body would you get it on?
- probably "TORRES" on my right wrist, after i marry him. LOL, it seems to be the it-place of the moment.

If you could be fluent in any other language,what would it be?
- spanish!

Do you know your neighbors?
- nope.

What do you consider a vacation?
- reclining on a private beach in the bahamas with all my very good friends, and hot guys with tight abs in surf shorts serving us tropical cocktails. OR being taken on a major shopping spree by Fernando Torres in Madrid.

Do you follow your horoscope?
- i read it, if i come across it in magazines, but i don't normally remember what it says.

Would you move for the person you loved?
- it depends on how much i loved that person. i would probably do Spain for Fernando though. LOL. Victoria did Spain for David.

Do you believe that opposites attract?
- not exactly, but i believe there's got to be some parts of the both of you thats meant for each other to discover, not know about immediately.

Dream job?
- WAG of Fernando Torres.

Favorite channel?
- channel 27, 28, 110, 111. they won't exist for another 4 years though.

Have you ever attempted suicide?
- nope. life's short enough as it is. but there are times when it becomes utterly meaningless.

Favorite place to go on weekends?
- many. marina square, nac, wisma atria, etc.

Showers or Baths?
- both.

Do you paint your nails?
- of course. right now my pedicure's chipping off. need to get another one.

Do you trust people easily?
- i like to think that i don't. i trust people, but not super easily.

Do you keep a handwritten journal?
- occasionally. some things aren't written for the world to see.

Where would you rather be right now?
- Zara sale.

Who makes you feel guilty?
- the parentals.

Heavy or light sleep?
- heavy, filled with fernando-dreams, all while its raining with thunder and lightning and showers pounding at your window.

Are you paranoid?
- LOL. yes, a little. my friends say i am.

Are you impatient?
- VERY.

Whats your life motto?
- you only live ONCE.

Whats your main ringtone on your phone?
- vibration, so i can feel it instead of hear it.

What were you doing at midnight last night?
- sleeping. i was knackered.

Whose bed did you sleep in last night?
- my own.

What colour shirt are you wearing?
-white.

MOST RECENT MOVIE THAT YOU WATCHED?
- Pirates. Dead Man's Chest. Johnny Depp is so hot!

NAME 3 THINGS THAT YOU HAVE ON YOU AT ALLTIMES
- probably my cell, cash and a lipgloss.

COLOR OF YOUR BEDSHEETS
- yellow.

HOW MUCH CASH DO YOU HAVE ON YOU RIGHT NOW?
- $20 plus? i'm not sure.

What is your favorite part of the chicken?
- wings.

What's your favorite town/city?
- i quite like queenstown or christchurch in NZ.

When was the last time you saw your mom?
- 2 hours ago.

When was the last time you saw your dad?
- 1 and a half hours ago.

When was the last time u talked to them?
-see above.

What did you eat for dinner last night?
- my entire meal? LOL. cream of wild mushroooms soup with buttered walnut bread. cottage pie. waffles with maple syrup and vanilla ice cream. and some chilli mussels before the waffles.

Are you in love?
- Yeah, with Fernando Torres. He's so bloody hot.

Is your phone a flip or a handset?
- flip. a hot pink MotoRazr V3x.

Do you love ice-cream?
- Yeah DUH. who doesn't? B&J's!

Has someone told you anything shocking lately?
- i wouldn't call it shocking. but i've been told stuff lately.

Do you watch TV?
- who doesn't? this is a stupid question.

Who's your desktop?
- Fernando Torres, standing over a flag, dressed in Nike, with one foot resting on a ball.

Does life suck?
- Yeah, isn't that what they always say?

Anyone you particularly detest?
- Alex Curran or Coleen McLoughlin.

Do you find yourself intellectually lacking?
- nope. but i could do with more.

Ever said anything stupid?
- YES. "But i thought India was in Africa?"

Any last words?
- Probably that this questionaire isn't very interesting.

maybe it's back

2006-07-20T09:59:00.000-07:00

My blogging bug's back! Or at least i think it is. Free period at the moment, and i am so tired. I feel extremely deprived of sleep. Ugh.

You know, i must've seen about a gazillion photos of Fabio Cannavaro clutching the World Cup Trophy. Occasionally Francesco Totti, Moron Materazzi and Fabio Grosso can be seen holding the most priceless piece of gold, but Fabio Cannavaro seems to have claimed sole ownership of the Trophy. I'll bet he even sleeps with the Trophy cuddled in his arms. It is that serious. But whatever, i'd probably be behaving the way Cannavaro's behaving should the Trophy fall into my posession. Lol.

I know, i know. The World Cup's ended. Over. Done. Finished. Gone. Finito. I should get over it. Four years is a very long time to wait for something as mentally and physically and psychologically and emotionally exhilirating as the World Cup. But when it comes, you just know, it's all well worth the wait. Will you be looking back on four years ago, and remember the people you celebrated the World Cup with? The players on the teams that you were rooting for? The most artfully crafted and beautifully executed goal you ever saw?

Exactly.

Anyways, RACHEL SAID PHILIPP LAHM WAS ADORABLE. YESTERDAY. OMG LOL! Here's what really happened, she wanted me to go eat B&J with her after school today, so i asked her, who did she think was cuter: Lukas Podolski or Philipp Lahm? Then she said, cute as in ugly but adorable? So Kareena and i changed the adjective to adorable. Rachel said Philipp Lahm.

Kareena and i then exploded into this huge fit of uncontrallable maniac laughter. Like, we laughed so hard our stomachs hurt.

You said Philipp Lahm was adorable??

Huh, no! You said normal! Lahm seems more normal than Podolski.

We said ADORABLE!

You cheat my feelings!

Kareena and i laughed even harder. HAHAHAHAHA.

Omg, today i was just informed that there's Higher Chinese Oral next Monday. I am so screwed. No kidding. I also got told off by Mrs L, my SECOND ENGLISH TEACHER WHO'S ALSO INVOLVED IN DRAMA SO I SEE A LOT OF HER. Because i'm always talking to Kareena or Olivia in the back. She said it seems as if lesson never started for me, and i'm still on my own personal holiday. Well, she should also note that people ignore other people when they don't find them very interesting.

As Queen Victoria used to say,

WE ARE NOT AMUSED.

I made a 50 player hotlist! I'll upload it, along with photos, if i can find the time to. Next week's going to be a super-busy week. There's HCL oral on Monday, English CA, Geog CA and i dunno what else, plus Drama performance from Tuesday to Friday night. How the heck am i suppose to study with such a stuffed schedule?

School's taking us to watch Forbidden City at The Esplanade. And i'm going to watch Cabaret soon. I'm happy!

This post has been relatively short, and only informative of the day-to-day happenings of my life. Apologies! I just can't find brainspace for insights at the moment.

I also finally found out what DANKE means in English. It means THANKS.

Alright, 20 minutes left of this stupid free period for me to go source out brilliant photos.

Ciao!
-Vic

REMEMBER THIS DAY

2006-07-19T22:23:00.000-07:00

GUESS WHAT.

RACHEL SAID PHILIPP LAHM WAS ADORABLE TODAY.

LOL.

JULY NINETEENTH TWO THOUSAND AND SIX

I DRANK COKE!

2006-07-18T22:09:00.000-07:00

UGH. I feel so bloody BLOATED. Like a whale on smack that just swallowed the Titanic. I finished an entire bottle of lime coke. Like, what the hell. I hate coke. Seriously. Sharan would be so proud of me, i downed an entire bottle of coke! Haha.

And i also had a really, utterly filling dinner. Think like, king prawns and buttered potatoes. I am such a pig. I swore i would absolutely commit to my starvation diet. I wanna lose a ton of weight. Well apparently, i've got commitment problems. I'm like, allergic to commitment. To ANY kind of commitment. Period. Except maybe to shopping and spending money. I don't think i even stick to my whole "Fernando Torres is THE ONE" spiel for like, a really long time. Someone cuter like, Sebastain Kehl, is bound to come along and grab my attention. Lol.

I ate a Bengawan Solo egg tart and drank a cup of milo for breakfast. Popped several FF mints in class. Had those indian crackers and a cup of punch for lunch. Then gulped down a packet of ice-cold Justea during Drama break after school. When i was finished with Drama, i had a Crunch ice-cream bar and a mini packet of Lay's barbecue chips. FATSO. ARGH. This is so Sharan's and Nikki's and Krys' fault. Instead of preventing me from eating, which is what their suppose to do, their encouraging me to eat junk.

Oh, and i think i possibly embarrassed myself in front of the entire class today. Kareena and i were arguing about whether India was in Asia or Africa. At first, i made the statement: India's in Africa, right? Or i said something like that. I don't remember my exact words. And Kareena was like, No, India's in Asia. If you don't believe me, you can ask Miss Iz. So i told her to go ahead. Miss Iz said India was in Asia, and then she looked at me and said: Victoria, you couldn't possibly have thought India was in Africa, could you? OMG, like, WHAT WAS I SUPPOSE TO SAY?! IT WAS SO BLOODY EMBARRASSING. Plus, everyone from Rachel to Serinder to SuLynn to Olivia were all laughing at my stupidity.

For once, the tables are turned.

WHATEVER.

There was Science CA today, and everyone was all jittery and nervous and afraid. I was, as usual, doing my last-minute studying during most of the periods. Mrs L confiscated my Science textbook during English. In return, i chose a super-simple article for my newspaper review: England's Top Four Eye Serie A Players. LOL. Kareena did the Rooney arcticle. I'm starting to grow into my seat. It's nice sitting next to Olivia, because she's really hilarious and cute, she sleeps and eats in class most of the time, and when a major CA rolls round, WE CAN REVISE WITH EACH OTHER. Isn't that just so pleasant?

Drama after school was quite fun today. Mostly had a good time laughing at Pron walking in terribly impractical denim wedges, laughing at Sharan in her full "costume" (she looks so adorable, i'm telling you), laughing at Trish in her semi-translucent white dress, laughing at Navina who blamed Sharan and i for her bag's not-so-mysterious disappearance, and laughing at everyone and myself in general. I love having a good laugh. I must've been quite high at that time. Then Miss Suneeta made us do the hop-hop-drag thing, coz our lines weren't very straight, and i was just trying not to laugh and helping Sharan roll up her sleevs.

Later, we had this briefing/pep talk from Miss Suneeta, and i was staring at myself in the Barbara Ann prop aka Trish's Clinique compact mirror. Navina was like, omg vic, you're obsessed with yourself. STOP! LOL. I couldn't though, something is very wrong with my face. I think so, at least.

We were taught the whole mime thing. Like, imagine there's a wall in front of you, and use your hands to feel it. It was like, whoa. Super-intense, to the point where if you weren't there from the start, then you couldn't just join in halfway through. Quite fun, actually. And pretty interesting. Oh yeah, we did 7 takes of Oh boy today, which is really little, considering how we're normally made to do it over and over and over again. Trish and i counted.

Pron and Krys were really hyper at the bus stop later on. Pron was waiting for 10, and Krys was waiting with me until my Dad came, and her bus passed like, sooo many times. I kept urging her to go home, and she was like, nah i'll wait with you. Ahhh Krys absolutely rocks. There's this Battle Of The Bands thing happening at ACSI coming Friday night, and Krys is in charged of selling tockets. Lol. And i think it also clashes with the BlackLights thing happening at TJC. Although both events clash with the parent briefing. This sucks.

Alright, i'm done. Coke makes you burp like a truck driver. I'm serious. Ugh!

Truckloads of love,
-Victoria

2006-07-15T12:58:00.000-07:00

Gosh, i feel so stupid at the moment. I just realized, barely moments ago, that Jens Lehmann is Arsenal's goalkeeper. So this guy's been playing in the Premier League the whole time, and i hadn't a clue. Wow.

Anyways, while you teenyboppers out there swoon at Chad Michael Murray or Adam Brody or which ever non-cutie it is at the moment (Zac Efron?), you can find me lusting over the disarming Johnny Depp. Yes, i watched The Dead Man's Chest last night. Yes, i've decided to join other countless people in Johnny Depp-worship. But only for the time-being. It's a phase, you see. It'll go away, eventually. I'm really not much of an Orlando Bloom girl, he's too much of a nancy-boy for my liking. Although he did look oh-so-gorgeous in that elfish way of his in LOTR. I prefer Owen Hargreaves. A tougher, more hard-core version of Orlando with skills on the pitch. More appealing, less revolting.

I heart Captain Jack.

I've read so far, that Real Madrid wanna sign Fabio Cannavaro (Italy Captain, Juventus defender) and Gianluca Zambrotta, while Chelsea wants to sign Zambrotta too. Gennaro Gattuso has agrred to remain loyal to AC Milan, while Real try their best to pull Kaka over. I think their also linked with some transfer deal for Ruud Van Nistelrooy. Stupid. Real Madrid shouldn't buy every single star that hits the top. They had too much veteran players, all with an ego to match their talent, thats why they didn't finish top. Besides, some of their players are over their peak. They should focus their energies on younger players or players in their prime, instead of ones nearing retirement. Have that perfect mix of old and new, experienced and refreshing, style and skill. Don't buy Van Nistelrooy! He used o be a legend at Manchester United, once upon a time, in a far away land, where fairies lived in trees. LOL. Manchester, on the other hand, are desperate to sign my ultimate of all darlings, star of all hotties, Fernando Torres. Unfortunately, like i mentioned before, his loyalties clearly lie with Athletico Madrid, a club which his father and grandfather were rabid fans of. Ashley Cole and Chery Tweedy are getting married today, and Ashley Cole's future will be decided thenafter. It should be a Chelsea deal for him though. I can imagine his England team-mates Joe Cole, Frank Lampard, John Terry and Wayne Bridge giving him a warm welcome. Or maybe not. Gianluigi "World's Best Goalkeeper" Buffon might be on sale, if Juventus go down. All the English and Spanish clubs will be on a huge player-spree once the verdict of Italy's match-fixing scandal is made public.

I think Lukas Podolski is adorable.

Podolski, Francesco Totti and Zizou are top contenders for dreamiest eyes in football. Lukas Podolski has the most gorgeous baby-blues, while Francesco Totti's sparkling turqoise peepers prove enthralling, and Zizou's olive-hazel-green eyes never fail to charm.

Oops, i gotta fly. Late for drama.

Loveya!

-Victoria

GERMANY ROCKS!

2006-07-09T05:23:00.000-07:00

OMG OMG OMG!

GERMANY WON!

PORTUGAL LOST!

Although it is rather unsurprising, given the amount of skill and talent the Germans possess.

BASTIAN SCHWEINSTEIGER IS THE MAN!
AND HE'S SO TOTALLY MAN OF THE MATCH.

I JUST KNEW HE WAS GONNA DO SOMETHING.

He was everywhere throughout the first half. The best part is that he's only 21, a rather mature player for his age. He definitely hasn't peaked yet, so we'll all be looking forward to seeing this cutie in Euro 2008 and Africa 2010.

Despite the absence of Germany's more prominent players (Michael Ballack, Per Mertesacker, Arne Friedrich, Tim Borowski, all injured) and Jens Lehmann, who'd given way to Oliver Kahn, the match still managed to captivate with an air of promise, the shadow of extra time and penalty kicks could not be seen looming in the distance.

Bastian Schweinsteiger dominated most of the game, first half included, followed by his two piledriver goals in the second half, and a free kick that resulted in an own goal, courtesy of Portugal's Petit. He was this close to a hat trick, believe it or not. I really didn't think he was tiring, and had Jurgen Klinsmann let him continue, we would've seen that hat trick.

Oh god, Bastian Schweinsteiger is ADORABLE. And i love his name. SCHWEINSTEIGER SCHWEINSTEIGER SCHWEINSTEIGER. ARGH, HE'S SO HOT!

Brilliant performance by the German defenders, Philipp Lahm and Christoph Metzelder. These two worked very, very hard. Often the defenders go un-noticed, although they play a huge role in every match. Only one that gets any credit is Fabio Cannavaro of Italy, but who gives a rat's squiggly ass bout him. FRANCE WILL WIN THE WORLD CUP.

The commentator said of Philipp Lahm: He's been one of the most consistent players so far in this World Cup, and i'm certain a bright future awaits this young defender after the tournament.

Okay, not exactly, but the commentator said something like that.

AND I AGREE WITH HIM. I HOPE CHELSEA BUYS PHILIPP LAHM. GOSH, DREAM TEAM, MUCH?

Oh, i haven't made my official announcement yet, have i? I'm jumping boats, and i'm a Chelsea fan as of the end of the World Cup. Hello, they've got an AMAZING team. Michael Ballack, Andriy Shevchenko, Petr Cech, Joe Cole, Frank Lampard, Arjen Robben, Wayne Bridge and NOW THEY WANNA BUY PHILIPP LAHM. Clever Jose Mourinho. Very smart move.

And i think they might wanna buy Fernando Torres too. Manchester United has been pursuing this wonderkid for years, so i'm not very sure if Chelsea will get him, plus Fernando Torres is super faithful to Athletico Madrid, it's like, the only club he ever wanted to play for. It's kind of like David Beckham and Manchester United, but then he moved on to Real Madrid, and became indisposable. So maybe Fernando Torres will realise later in the future that he might wanna play for an English giant, like how David Beckham realised playing for a Spanish giant wouldn't be so bad. Lol. Pardon my rambling, but it does kind of make sense. Kind of.

Back to Germany.

I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE BASTIAN SCHWEINSTEIGER.

THE JAP REF GAVE HIM A YELLOW CARD FOR TAKING HIS SHIRT OFF AFTER SCORING GERMANY'S THIRD GOAL, AND NO ONE NOTICED. OH, HE'S SUCH A HOTTIE.

I am so freakin' hyper. I don't think i can sleep. The victory induced euphoria HAS NOT YET DIED DOWN.

I am so proud of them.

There's no better way to end your run as host nation than a glorious victory like this one.

OH GOD, I LOVE BASTIAN SCHWEINSTEIGER.

I REALLY DO.

HE'S GOT A GREAT BODY TOO.

NICE ABS AND BICEPS AND ALL.

This match is my absolute favourite of all the World Cup matches. It's been bloody exciting and extremely dramatic. Especially when Sebastian Kehl, who's really hot, went head to head with one of the Portugese players. It was either Nuno Valente or Maniche, i don't remember.

Germany Argentina exhilirating, England Ecuador triumphant, France Brazil shocking, England Portugal offensive, Italy Australia disappointing, Portugal Netherlands brutal, Germany Italy upsetting, but it came down to this, and the way they played today was just sensational, and it makes it all worth it.

YOU REALLY GOTTA HAND IT TO BASTIAN SCHWEINSTEIGER.

At first, i was really worried when i discovered that Michael Ballack was not captaining that match, and grew even more disraught when i learned that he was injured. He's a player that really has this untouchable presence on the pitch that makes opponents both fear and respect him. Then i saw that Arne Friedrich, Tim Borowski and Per Mertesacker were all out with injuries. First thought: Oh fuck. Now what?

Then i rewinded back to the starting line up. Podolski's there. Schneider's there. Metzelder's there. Lahm's there. Kehl's there to provide some nice eye-candy. And there's also Kahn, who would rather let his head roll than miss a catch. So no worries. The first half, had Portugal in major possession. Doubt crept through me.

But i saw Schweinsteiger working his magic in every area of the pitch. If the ball was there, you were bound to find Schweinsteiger in the vicinity, grabbing every opportuinity, and tackling fast and hard. Very re-assuring and sensational, in my opinion. You grow to love him after watching him with the ball. Really, just watch him. Don't think about Ballack or Friedrich or Podolski or Klose for a moment, and just watch Schweinsteiger. You can't deny that he's a truly gifted player, able to produce a fantastic performance when it counts most.

Bastian Schweinsteiger, Philipp Lahm, Lukas Podolski, remember those names, for they'll be the ones you'll see and hear many times over come 2010. Jurgen Klinsmann is capable of building a very formidable German side with the foundations of players like them.

They're the next generation, so keep your eyes open.

This match has been a stunning 93 minutes of fast-paced awe-inspiring eye-opening jaw-dropping non-stop action.

And i loved every moment of it.

Germany really deserve to win the World Cup.

The medal awarding, the victory lap, the fireworks, it was a very touching scene. Germany so deserve to win. I still don't understand why fate had to intervene at the worst possible moment.

-Victoria Loves Bastian Schweinsteiger

Italy, go eat shit

2006-07-05T06:03:00.000-07:00

I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to say.
I don't know what to think.
I don't see a point in watching the one tournament that brings the world together.

I want to cry so badly, if only my eyes weren't so sore
The look of defeat on Ballack's face is enough to break any heart
Schneider's miss was a real waste

No comment on Italy.
They don't deserve to be here.
Fabio Grosso cheated his way through.
Italy would not have beaten Australia had Fabio Grosso not faked a foul.
Lucas Neill barely touched that pathetic piece of shit.

I don't care how good Italy's defence is.
I don't care how solid Gattusso is.
I don't give a shit about anything any more.

So i'm sore about the match. Whatever, i've got every right to be.

the impossible has occurred

2006-07-05T05:45:00.000-07:00

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

GERMANY LOST

*numbness*

DAVID QUIT!

2006-07-02T18:26:00.000-07:00

OMG DAVID BECKHAM QUIT! HE OFFICIALLY RESIGNED AS ENGLAND CAPTAIN, ALTHOUGH HE STILL WANTS TO CONTINUE PLAYING INTERNATIONAL FOOTBALL. HE PREFERS TO LET STEVE MCCLAREN START A NEW ERA OF ENGLISH FOOTBALL WITH A FRESH CAPTAIN.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport2/hi/football/world_cup_2006/teams/england/5138288.stm

DAMN. DAVID, I'LL MISS THAT ARMBAND ON YOUR SEXY BICEP.

LOL.

the knockouts!

2006-06-30T21:52:00.000-07:00

You know, i woke up this morning, and three things hit me.

One: Damn, there's school today. I wanna bloody sleep!

Two: Thank god, its Friday.

Three: Holy crap! Tonight's the night.

I'm sure you all know what i mean. Klinnsman's squad will take on Pekerman's squad.

GERMANY vs ARGENTINA

Judgement day has indeed arrived. It's such a waste, a terrible twist of fate, that Germany and Argentina should meet each other so early in the knockouts. From the moment i watched these two truly spectacular teams play in the group matches, i had it down that they would meet in the final showdown. If not at the last leg of the race, then perhaps the semi-finals. But definitely not the quarter finals.

Germany have come a long way, since losing to Brazil in '02. This time they've got the slight advantage of home support, enthuisiastic voices of loyal fans declaring their undying faith, their encouraging chants boosting the players' morales. Germany's also got a very, very dedicated and determined captain. I believe Michael Ballack can take his team all the way through. Germany's also got quality players, a mixture of dynamic experience and refreshing vitality can certainly bring them forward.

Argentina, on the other hand, is capable of matching Germany one for one. Young talents and creative playmakers alike, Argentina are no easy feat on the pitch. They positively dominate the game. You can't encounter a team more united and gifted than the Argentinians, you can tell they'll keep attacking until the final whistle. Look at Lionel Messi and Juan Riquelme? Those are quality players that won't go down without a fight. Argentina will leave a mark this year, trust me on that.

School today was okay. There was history file-checking today, and everyone was trying to put their files together during first period English, coz no way in hell will the stick figure let us touch anything else during her Geography lessons. However, Geog ended up a free period, as the stick figure didn't make an appearance. So the arm-drawing began.

Lol, yesterday, i upped my World Cup obsession one more. Because the lessons are so horribly boring, i began using a ballpoint to draw on my arm. Started off with "GERMANY" inscribed on my left wrist, and "Lahm" on my arm. Then i did "BALLACK" during Music, and "Shev" on my right wrist after recess. All ballpoint, it comes off really easy.

Today, i did "Riquelme" horizontal, "BALLACK" and "PODOLSKI" diagonal below my wrist. Then i wrote "L16" below the Podolski area. If you're stupid, it stands for Lahm, who's jersey number is 16. I also did Argentina, Riquelme 10 and Messi 19 for Rachel, and Cristiano Ronaldo for DebQ.

Omg, DebQ has nerve. She can boldly ask for Cristiano, and then tell me he plays for Germany. HELLO??!! Cristiano Ronaldo for Germany? Who's she shitting? It's Portugal, Debbie darling. And i hope England wins. Really. I know their performances have been far from fabulous, but hey, give these lads a chance. We all have it in our heads that England won't win. It's a known fact. They can keep dreaming, but i'm still going to support them all the way, irregardless.

The one best miraculous thing that can happen, is if Ukraine win the World Cup. I'm fully aware that its a perpetually impossible feat, and i would be a fool to even hope, but whatever, you know? This is their one chance to shine on the world stage, and they grabbed it. They've been giving us simplistic performaces with modest quality, and we're not complaining! One disappointment would be Shev missing that penalty against Switzerland, but who gives a shit now? They won 4-0. Ukraine will play Italy after the Germany-Argentina match, and i'll definitely be catching it. Italy don't deserve to advance any further, despite what Francesco Totti says.

Speaking of Italy, i think they literally robbed Australia of their chance to bring their country to the next level. Totti's 93rd minute penalty kick was...i really don't know what to say. The Spanish referee is a fucking bastard for doing what he did. Lucas Neill didn't even touch Fabio Grosso! The bastard-ref ruined the game. If he hadn't awarded the penalty, they would have gone into extra time. I'm not saying that its wrong for Italy to win. I'm saying its wrong for Italy to win in such a repulsive fashion. A last minute robbery? I'm sure the Azurris should be able to do better than that. Meanwhile for the Socceroos, they've played well, and if i were an Australian, i'd be hell proud of them.

England-Ecuador was good. David Beckham is the man. This guy is a set-piece genius. As much as i love David Beckham, i'm still going to partially attribute that free-kick goal to a little bit of luck. No doubt, David's a very talented player. He's also a criminally good-looking player with a killer bod. So i'm just going to celebrate this English victory and crown Beckham king.

Germany-Sweden. Oh man, this game was killed in minutes. If Teddy Lucic hadn't headed in the first goal, and if Larsson hadn't missed, then they would so go into extra time. Unfortunately, things almost always never work out the way you want them to. And the number of times my darling Freddie Ljungberg was fouled, is absolutely unbelievable. The stupid ref obviously had something against him. But then again, who wouldn't hold a silent grudge against Freddie? This guy can send a woman's blood boiling with one of his trademark smothering looks. And those Calvin Klein ads are a total turn-on. Oops, i'm not suppose to say, am i? Lol.

Spain-France. Oh wow. This match totally threw me off. I was so sure Spain would win. And then the next day my Dad told me France won, and to add salt to my already open and searing wound, Zizou and Vieira scored. HELLO?! And Vieira kept fouling my super-hottie badboy, Fernando Torres. Which was really annoying, coz the refs all seem to have got a major problem with all the fly footballers. Although, Zizou does have really nice eyes and an amzing bone structure. If he had great hair and was much younger, and maybe with a body like Becks, he'd be dominating my Ljungberg dreams. Hahaha.

Brazil-Ghana was typical. Of course Brazil would win. How could they not?

Netherlands-Portugal was WHOA, judging by all the match reports. It's such a pity i didn't catch it. Cristiano got knocked down! HAHAHAHAHA. And i missed Robin and Rafael. UNFAIR!

Ukraine-Switzerland was very satisfying. I love when they go to penalty shootouts. The tense anticipation is no match for words. Ugh, i still can't believe my Shevchenko missed. Technically speaking, he belongs to Kristin Pazik, but no matter. I choose to not acknowledge her existence. Rumor has it that it was her who pressured Shev into taking up the Chelsea offer coz all that money was too enticing to turn down. It's really sad when players that remain down-to-earth thorughout their careers get corrupted by money-hungry models that are over the hill.

Argentina-Mexico was alsp pretty predictable. Come on, you couldn't have expected a Mexican win, could you? That'd be retarded.

Okay, it's happening in 10 minutes. Gotta fly! I need to get the Pringles and KitKat ready, while i feast my eyes on Philipp Lahm.

Germany has to win.
-Victoria

P.S To all the girls, Philipp Lahm's mine! LOL

The World Cup '06 HotList

2006-06-25T21:11:00.000-07:00

The last few days have been pretty darn annoying, but i'm not about to air any dirty laundry in blogosphere.

To begin, kudos to Edna for helping me with this skin, even though she was in the midst of a historical climax (editing her PBA script). Edna, you bloody rock! Brownies for you tomorrow.

Oh yeah, speaking of tomorrow. I just cannot believe that school's here. Again. We're back to spending numerous assemblys roasting in the morning heat, countless lessons of utter monotony, pouring our souls into an educational system more rigid than Reyna's jaw. The football fans that have been paying close attention to the World Cup matches worth watching should get what i mean. As for those who don't, Reyna is the USA captain.

It's as if the June holidays pretty much disappeared in the blink of an eye. Now it's all over, and we've gotta head back to the nightmare institution. The only consolation available is that we've got the World Cup to look forward to. Unfortunately, the bright side is rather dim. We're going to miss all the early matches, especially the 3am and 5am ones. Thank God for replays, although they can't hold a candle to that element of apprehensive anticipation when watching a Live match.

Oh, what the hell. It's really not like we've got a choice. We can't freeze time and exist in dimensional limbo. We can't organise a student protest outside of the MOE office and go on a study strike. We can't write a million letters of alternative opinions to our Minister of Education and expect him to pay a speck of attention to what we've got to say. We just have to go along with everything, and do what they expect us to do. Go back to school and be the obedient kids we're suppose to be.

Not.

Because i haven't blogged in ages, i'm going to comment on whatever match i want to, even though it's supremely old news and took place days ago.

Argentina have been a rising force this World Cup. Their trashing of Serbia & Montenegro was just unbelievable. Like everyone else, although its completely cliche'd, i take my Roxy trucker cap off to the awe-inspiring goal by Esceban Cambiasso. 24 passes altogether, before Hernan Crespo passed to Cambiasso. And, i think Kezman is hot. Oh yeah. Bloody referee sent him off, ASSHOLE.

There are many, MANY asshole-refs in this tournament, believe it or not.

They say Lionel Messi's the next Diego Maradonna. Whatever. Maradonna was cheering like a lunatic in the S&M match. Actually, he cheers like a lunatic in every Argentina match. I just don't get what the deal is about Messi. It's like the deal about Rooney. Given, Messi's super-quick and mega-talented, but hey, this guy's not much of a looker.

Wait, wait, WAIT. This is the part where you pass the judgement that i'm a total-girl fan. If that's the thought your brain's been previously entertaining, or if that impression of me is already cemented in your head, GET RID OF IT.

I know what an offside is. Thanks to Janel. LOL. I met up with Kareena in the school library on Tuesday to do Lit, but instead of socialism research, we ended up doing player research, even though we did manage to get some stuff done. But the whole time, it was all, "ohmygod he's so hot!" or "wow, he's got nice abs." Janel was sitting on my left, and she kept laughing at the comments that Kareena and i were making, as if it thoroughly amused her. She claimed that we only "watch football for the players". I told her it wasn't true. So she said that if it wasn't true, what's an offside? To be honest, the term was slightly familliar, but my mine drew a big blank. I did however, tentatively try my luck.

"Uhm, an offside is when...the ball goes off to the side?"

I was met with a resounding :"WRONG" from Janel. Then Kareena attempted to define an offside, but did not meet with an affirmative. Afterwhich Janel clued us both in on what an offside was. But, my point is, although i used to not know what an offside meant, it does not mean that i used to be, and currently now am, a total-girl fan when it comes to football, despite the fact that i can name you every single hot player from every decent team.

And so here's my HotList:

David Beckham, England. Simply because he's the reason i begin to love and appreciate football and its players in the first place.
Fredrik Ljungberg, or "Freddie" as he's known in Arsenal. Sweden, No. 9. Calvin Klein model with the most amazing washboard abs ever.
Andriy Shevchenko, Ukraine. I've taken an interest in this hot underdog captain lately. He's set to star in a series of Giorgio Armani ad campaigns.
Kaka, Brazil. I'm a staunch anti-Brazil person, but the fact that Kaka's modelling for Emporio Armani makes me look past everything.
Philipp Lahm, Germany. Never mind that this boy's one of Germany's biggest rising stars, he's got lots of talent and a smile to match.
Michael Ballack, Germany. His fiery attitude and immense talent caught my eye in '02. He's captain now, with an intense determination for victory on home ground.
Juan Riquelme, Argentina. I prefer him to Javier Saviola, any day. He's not top in the looks department, but he's got enough to pass. I've got a thing for playmakers.
Robin Van Persie, Netherlands. He's just utterly irresistible! Not to mention he looks good in orange, compared to Van Nistelrooy who looks like an escape convict.
Rafael Van Der Vaart, Netherlands. Have you seen this guy?! A big name brand's bound to snap him up as a model or something sooner or later, just wait.
Carlos Bocanegra, USA. Check this guy out! I'm serious, he's so hot, you can feel the heat. And i had no idea he played for Fulham.
Lukas Podolski, Germany. He's on a roll this World Cup, responsible for both goals against Sweden in the knockout round.
Joe Cole, England. Nice goal against Sweden, and one of Chelsea's star players. Jose Mourinho will pe pleased with his performance.
Steven Gerrard, England. His boyish good looks are added reason for his huge fanbase, aside from being Liverpool captain, his lady's a total Posh wannabe.
Harry Kewell, Australia. My thing for strikers combined with my love for Liverpool. I loved when he yelled at the ref after the Brazil game, even though his ass was on the line.
Bobby Convey, USA. He is such a cutie. A cutie with a daring side. I'm so heartbroken USA aren't progressing to the knockouts.
Brett Emerton, Australia. Quite a looker, not a bad player. He's Australian! That just adds on to the hotness quotient.
Niclas Alexandersson, Sweden. Oh-so-fly! I like him, i really, really like him. I think i like him. I think i really like him. He's really adorable.
Christian Wilhelmsson, Sweden. Ooh, this guy, is all about the hair. He's more extreme than David when it comes to hair. Check it out.
Marcus Allback, Sweden. Scorer of the 2000th goal since the World Cup started. Really gotta salute him. He's quite a player.
Fernando Torres, Spain. He's the cutest kid ever. And oh-so-talented. Fernando is amazing, trust me on that.

Tag and let me know you totally rate them too. Although Shev, Ballack and Freddie aren't up for grabs. RESERVED by me. LOL.

Truckloads of love,

-Victoria

P.S How's the new skin?

Thank God, the World Cup's here

2006-06-16T19:30:00.000-07:00

I am so happy the World Cup's here. We've received stellar performances by Gerrard, Kaka, and Ljungberg so far. I know there are others, but i'm only going to mention those i'm interested in. This is the time where everyone wins money and everyone loses money. Go with your gut feelings, and you might be on a bonus World Cup causing shopping spree!

I'M SUPPORTING...

England, of course. No surprises here or there. They have fantastic players. Or i'll basically support any team except Brazil, even though they've got the hotter-than-thou Kaka. Kaka is really, absolutely, sizzling hot. Not just him alone, there are other hot players participating in the one competition that unites the world.

My favourtites are England (David Beckham/Wayne Bridge/Steven Gerrard/Joe Cole), Germany (Michael Ballack/Oliver Bierhoff/Miroslav Klose), and Sweden (FREDDIE LJUNGBERG). Turkey's not bad, along with all the other football-famous countries like Italy, France, and Portugal. Argentina's okay, no biggie.

Oh wait, did i mention how cute the Junior Socceroos are?

And i also forgot to say how sad i am that Michael Owen's in Newcastle, although its really old news, but whatever. He was doing perfectly fine in Liverpool, and then Real Madrid bought him, which basically added another gem to their star-studded collection, and then they sold him to Newcastle. Not that i dislike Newcastle or anything, hey, they were the it-club in the movie Goal!, but they aren't exactly top gun either. But i'm hoping Micahel Owen gives us all another terrific performance at the World Cup again, considering he played marvelously in '02.

Really gotta congratulate Italy on their win over Ghana.

Nice goal by Peter Crouch for England against Trinidad & Tobago. Oh yeah, i'm wondering why everyone's making such a big deal over Rooney's "first steps on to the world stage". Not that i'm against people making a big deal over anything concerning the England team, but i'm really not much of a Rooney fan. But seriously, this kid is so famous i even saw a shop in NZ called "Rooney Wayne". Wth. No doubt, he's a prodigy. And if he ups England's chances of winning the World Cup, even better.

Freddie's header in the 89th minute against Paraguay was AWESOME.

I am so pissed that i missed out on England VS Trinidad & Tobago and Sweden VS Paraguay last night. But i just got back from the airport, and totally collapsed after dinner. I never intended to, it just happened. I was planning to catch both matches. Damn.

The World Cup is also sudden cause for my sudden interest-obsession in the movie Goal! The Dream Begins, where Kuno Becker plays Santiago Munez, the impoverished illegal immigrant from Mexico who was discovered by a scout and struggles against all odds to live his dreams as a professional football player for Newcastle. And then there's Alessandro Nivola who plays the party-crazy playboy football superstar, Gavin Harris.

Alessandro Nivola

And this leads to how i just can't wait for Goal! 2 Living The Dream, where Santiago gets transferred to REAL MADRID, and then we all get to see maximum Beckham and Raul and all the other players on Real Madrid's all-star team.

Now, if i could marry someone, i'm not going to pick an actor or a musician or a model anymore. They are yesterday's objects of desire. Athletes are the new definition of celebrity, footballers' wives are the latest tabloid favourites. It used to be only actors, musicians, and models, but they now share the gossip column space with celebutantes, socialites, heirs and heiresses, and attention-hungry scandal-creators. Paris Hilton, Kimberly Stewart, Nicole Richie, the Olsens, Brandon Davis, Satvros Niarchos, Rebecca Loos?

Posh & Becks are the height of fame. Their the ones who bridged the gap between sports and fashion, grit and glamour.

Now the England World Cup team has their off-pitch wardrobe designed by Giorgio Armani.

I would so marry a footballer. Preferably one that plays for a huge Premiership or Champions League club like Manchester United or Real Madrid. Arsenal and Liverpool's fine too. LOL.

Have you seen the way Victoria Beckham, Alex Curran and Colleen McLoughlin spend money?

Exactly.

Now for some links and photos.

England

Check out those thigh muscles...

Its so sexy when he gets all hot and pissed...

David gives us a thumbs up

Man-hugs: the raging form of celebration on the pitch

The strikers hi-five

Question: is Crouch just really tall or is Owen just really short?

Thanks to him, England emerge victorious over T&T

GERRARD

Joe Cole looks kinda cute here

FREDDIE LJUNGBERG

Hot arm-muscle tension from Freddie

A victory lap is in order

Is it natural for all footballers to have such yummy thighs?

Michael Ballack, the Germany Captain

Love the life you lead, and you will lead a life of love

-Victoria

P.S The New Zealand post is coming soon.

vesak day

2006-05-13T02:43:00.000-07:00

Had drama rehearsals in the morning. Miss Pauline called everyone the day before and scheduled a rehearsal. I don't think she wanted crapshit as the outcome of our term performance. I was late, AS USUAL. Said i'd be there by 10.30, only reached at 11.00. Lol.

Went to Parkway to meet Pron after. We went to the toilet, the nice one beside Topshop i had no idea existed until about a week ago. There was this bloody idiotic bunch of minahs inside who were prancing around in too much eye-liner and clothes that showcased those extra pudges, begging each other to take their photo. Hey, even when my friends and i decide to be camwhores for a moment, we don't act like such morons.

Touched up our hair, lipgloss, accessories, etc. We decided to try out that cute-ass shuttle bus which Parkway provides to its patrons. Yep, we got to the mrt station, took the train down to orchard. Hit Cine first, bought tickets for Poseidon. Walked down to Wisma. Miss Sixty. Surf Babe. Topshop. Spent a million hours in there. Realised it was 2.57pm and we were still in the fitting room. Reserved the stuff and dashed back down to Cine. Georgienne & Annabelle were hurrying us. Entered the cinema when the introductory credits were beginning to roll. In other words, didn't miss much of the movie.

Poseidon was okay, no biggie, nothing major. It wasn't bad, but i found the ending rather abrupt. I expected something smoother. Took neos after the movie. The shop was PACKED. Seriously. And Pron insisted we take in THIS PARTICULAR MACHINE. I thought she was just being choosy. THEN I REALIZED SHE WAS SUCH A GENIUS. She picked the machine that had the crop function. Sorry, i don't know all those crop and contrast functions. I only know how to write and decorate. HAHAHA. Check it out:

Speed-walked to Wisma, Georgienne & Annabelle were struggling to catch up. Lost them halfway there, thought they were behind us. Realized they weren't only when we were going up the escalator. Ignored and continued on. On the escalator up from Topman to Topshop when Pron received a phone call.

Georgienne was demanding we go back to Cine coz her mom was already there waiting. The original plan was to hit Topshop for like, 20 minutes to settle and pay for our stuff, then go over to NAC to find Georgienne's mom.

There was this huge blow-up which i'll choose to dismiss as a casual error in decisions. Some not very friendly words were exchanged, and emotions landed in different states.

Whatever.

Met Deannie near the cluster of seafood restaurants at east coast park. Told her what happened. I guess i had "i'm-so-fucking-pissed-don't-you-there-cross-me" look on my face, coz Jolene immediately figured when she saw me.

Explained to Deannie & Jolene. All the heated tension slowly cooled off during dinner. Everything was back to normal by the time the last few dishes came. Ahhhh, SEAFOOD ROCKS. Deannie and i were attacking the crabs like god-knows-what. Then had B&J Cookie Dough ice-cream for dessert. BEN&JERRY'S ROCK MY WORLD. They're the ultimate ice-cream, the cure to everything. Like, when i'm beyond depressed, i just eat B&J, and i feel WAYYYYY better. HAHAHA.

Georgienne, Pron & Annabelle went to Safra in her dad's car, while Deannie, Jolene & me went in her aunt's car. Her aunt's car was parked like, a million miles away, so we had to walk really long, which was fine with me, since i felt extremely bloated and rotund. Kinda like an egg. LOL. On the way, Deannie was like, "Vic, look! in the trees!" and i didn't even see shit, i just screamed. Georgienne's mom & aunt immediately turned around and asked what happened, like all worried and concerned.

DEANNIE AND JOLENE WERE LAUGHING THEIR STUPID ASSES OFF.

What the hell.

They reached Safra before us. By the time we walked into the bowling alley, they ahd already programmed the thing, and were sitting around waiting for us to arrive. Changed shoes and selected balls. I use a 7kg one. Any heavier i can't manage. I am officially queen of gutter balls. No wait, actually, Deannie can join me. But then we both improved later on. Well, she improved better, but whatever. Annabelle wasn't exactly awesome either. Georgienne was not bad. Pron & Jolene were brilliant. Ugh, i'm so jealous. I can't bowl for nuts, bloody hell.

Played 3 games. Drank limeade. Deannie ordered cheese fries! During the 2nd game, i swung my ball back, and accidentally released it. The stupid ball flew up and hit the floor with a loud BANG.

I MADE A TOTAL FOOL OUTTA MYSELF AND EVERYONE WAS LAUGHING.

Even the people bowling in the lanes on both sides of us were laughing. Omg, it was sooooooo embarrassing! Swear to God, i didn't know where to hide my face. HAHA. But then the following turn i nailed a strike, so yeah, it was a terrific recovery.

"I laugh more than I cry, you piss me off, good-bye"

LOVE, LOVE, LOVE!
-Victoria

wake me up when the world ends

2006-05-10T10:51:00.000-07:00

life seriously sucks. Miss I announced Lit results today. Sucked. Absolutely, totally, completely sucked. I basically sank into this limbo titled chronic depression. A lot of people were like, Vic relax, its okay. Wth. It's so not okay to suck at Lit. Whaddya say bout an A2? Pathetic, i know. Tell me about it.

So i cancelled tuition after school, reason being i was too pissed (depression had semi-manifested into anger and frustratiuon) to go.

I'm angry that i screwed Lit performance up even though we were given ample time to prepare.
I'm frustrated with the fact that i didn't closely analyze all the points and notes from KoS.
I'm full of hatred towrads the stupid A2 i got for Lit essay.
I'm pissed that i didn't pull through.
I'm depressed because i realized that no one succeeds every single time.
I can't possibly pass every test with flying colours on last minute preparation.
Life just doesn't work that way.

I ate half a carton of B&J's New York Superfudge Chunk. Felt considerably better after that.

"How long will i be waiting? ...Until the end of time."

Give me a big fat bear hug. I'm in need of one right now.
-Vic

don't ever

2006-05-06T21:53:00.000-07:00

don't ever force me to blog.
i really can't stand it when people do that.
seriously. it annoys the shit outta me.
you can urge me to, you can go "hey vic, blog!" or "vic, you should blog more."
but don't be all "go blog" x100.
its infuriating.
i'll blog whenever i want, on whatever i want.
get it?

what happens when you think you're too good

2006-05-02T09:48:00.000-07:00

geog positively sucked.
i didn't do a stitch of studying yesterday, but i seriously never thought it would amount to this. bloody hell.
i started cramming the moment i stepped into the classroom, right until the papers were given out. i got scolded by the Lennyphant after the national anthem for talking to SuLynn. Wtf.
Madam L, lets just call her "Lennyphant", coz she's huge and reminds me of a white elephant.

"There are the days that absolutely rock your world, and then there are those that make you absolutely suicidal. It's just how you choose to react to certain situations."

-Victoria

i'm back

2006-05-01T19:40:00.000-07:00

Omg, it feels as if my blog's officially dead. Haven't posted in weeks, ugh. There were times when i half felt like it, but it wasn't whole-hearted, and would thus come out like a crappy blog-for-the-sake-of-blogging post.

And so the resurrection begins...

27th April '06 Thursday

I had nothing to do after school, so asked Cheryl, DeborahW and Rachel over to play "tennis". It was crap basically, but a good laugh. The coach in the court next to ours loaned Cheryl a racket, maybe coz he could see that we were one racket shot. The racket he loaned her happened to be Maria Sharapova's racket, and Cheryl plays tennis like...golf. Rachel, on the other hand, can do that scoopy thing that all athletes in racket sports can do, its so annoying! I've been trying to learn how, ever since i was ten, and i'm still bloody incapable of scooping anything up with a racket. Unfair! Anyways, Rachel plays tennis like she plays badminton, although tennis balls are considerably heavier than a shuttlecock. Cheryl & DebW pretty much ransacked my room afterwards, what with all the clothes and bags, etc. Rachel on the other hand, sat bored on the window ledge. DebW left soon after. We were all at the drop-off point, and there was this caucasian woman standing near us, and Cheryl was behind her, pointing wildly at the purple Balenciaga bag hanging off her arm. Lol. Both of us were discussing it later on, Rachel: Spend so much on a bag for what, waste money! We visited the playground (HAHA, bring out our innerchild), but no slides or whatever. Just the balance beam, where i could push Cheryl off and Rachel could push me off (i DON'T understand why i can't push Rachel off, seriously), the parallel bars, and that weird up-down thingy. And other stuff too, if i remember correctly. They made me walk them to the bus stop when they had to go home. WTH. LOL.

Cheryl, this post is dedicated to you. Happy? haha

28th April '06 Friday

Drama was all talk. No physicals or whatever, thank God. Had CC training after, i expected a bored-outta-your-skull-on-the-verge-of-dosing-off thing, but it was only half of what i thought it would be. It was really, really retarded. Several people in my group were extremely enthuisiastic. Then the trainers let us watch this movie, and Ryan Gosling was in it. Hello, its just Ryan Gosling. What's the big deal? Let's just say some people got a little too excited over Rachel McAdams' fiance.

29th April '06 Saturday

Day One of Georgienne's party weekend, in favour of her birthday.

Tennis in the morning, worked on my backhand. Its totally crappy, but on the road to improvement.

Went to Parkway to do some shopping (Crazy Sale). Topshop & Dorothy Perkins= 20% off. Like, how awesome is that? Lol. Didn't feel like shopping alone so asked Cheryl to come down. We went to Topshop, where i'd reserved a top the day before. There was this blue&white striped skirt that was totally cute, an absoulte must-have. Topshop's the kinda place where they hang most of their stock on the shelves, and there were only three pieces left. Cheryl and i both tried the skirt, along with a few other tops. There was this hot pink one which i tried, it looked really adorable hanging on the shelf, very Juicy-ish. But it looked like maternity wear on me. Blah.

Cheryl convinced me to buy the skirt in the end, i was reproaching her later on in Dorothy. The skirt so wasn't worth its price. You can so get an exact one in the US for half the price. I'm serious. She said if i hadn't bought the skirt, i would "spend many sleepless nights tossing and turning, where it would haunt me in my dreams, and i'd constantly wonder if the skirt had been snapped up by someone else". Wth. Although she is kinda right. We both bought the green bandeau top too. That top so rocks.

Met Nikki & DebQ there. Coincidence! Haha, Nikki was getting me my birthday present: a Dorothy giftcard. Omg, i love her to death, she's got perfect timing. I could use the giftcard in time to buy my bag. The bag is so awesome, i love, LOVE it.

Went to M)phosis, where Cheryl bought this really cool nautical necklace. She kept asking me if it looked like candy. Lol. By that time, it was already 1.05pm, and i was due at Georgienne's at 1.45pm.

Bloody hell, i'm so not the best person when it comes to punctuality. There was absolutely no cabs that day, i kid you not. Flagging down a cab was like returning a 207 mile serve from the super-fly Andy Roddick. Impossible. I was TFO-ing in the cab, and Cheryl talked me through, all the way home. She was blatantly trying to discourage me from bringing luggage along. She claimed that a duffel bag would do, and taking luggage along was just retarded beyond measure. When i reached home, i just threw a bunch of stuff into a little black Samsonite and left. Again, couldn't get a cab. Gosh, it was just unbelievable. I called Merc Cabs, Comfort Cabs, Silver Cabs and City Cabs. All busy.

I ended up like, 20 minutes late.

The others had gone, thankfully Annabelle stayed back to wait for me. Georgienne's dad, Uncle George, drove us there in his Beemer. When we reached Sentosa, they were nowhere to be seen. Met Auntie Germaine at the Shangri-La's Rasa Sentosa lobby, she said they were all downstairs. So me and Annabelle headed down, and spotted Georgienne (birthday girl), Deannie, Vada, Jolene and Pron standing on the landing.

We checked in, and went up to our rooms. Georgienne, Annabelle and i were rooming together, and we got the room with the twin beds. We all unanimously agreed on sleeping arrangements, i would sleep on the bed closest to the wall, Georgienne in the middle, and Annabelle on her other side. Deannie, Vada, Jolene and Pron, however, weren't so co-operative. Although they'd drawn lots at Georgienne's house earlier that day, Jolene insisted on re-drawing. Lol.

We hung out in the rooms for awhile, taking photos, looking in each others' stuff, fiddling with the safe, etc. I changed into boardshorts coz we were going luge riding. It was quite okay, i kinda crashed the first time, coz i was speeding round the bend. We all had four rides each. Pron & Annabelle just sped past, TOTALLY IGNORING the fact that i was desperately in need of help. Mean.

Then Jolene & Vada, who were riding at a considerably moderate speed, saw me, but were unable to brake in time. They kinda stopped, like 10 metres down the track. Deannie & Georgienne were the best, Deannie just complete tugged the handle back, so the luge braked immediately. I was all, bloody shit, what am i going to do?? Lol. With Deannie & Georgienne's guidance, i managed to get the stupid luge back on track.

We had to sit this chairlift thing back up. It was kinda a novelty the first time round, Pron & i effortlessly slipped off our flip flops (it was a real stretch for Annabelle, i had to take hers out for her.LOL), coz our legs were just dangling in the air, we didn't want any of our stuff to fall. The second ride was smooth-sailing, and we kept singing on the chairlift, it was soooooo retarded. Pron, Georgienne, Annabelle and me took the first chairlift, while Deannie, Vada and Jolene took the one behind us.

It seems luge-riding and i don't agree with each other. At all. The third ride, i hit the curb on the other side. Okay fine, so i'm a speed demon, albeit a very terrible one, but WHATEVER. Fourth ride, there was a problem with the silly luge. And so it was the end of the luge rides.

Taking the chairlift back up for the last time (we were getting quite tired of it, to be honest), Pron sang Barney. As in the retard purple dinosaur that all kids adore. I was sitting all the way to the right, and Georgienne and Pron were full volume, even Jolene, Vada and Deannie turned back to take a better look. Deannie, Jolene & Vada: Welcome to Loser Land. Population: 2. *points at Pron & Georgienne*

HAHA. We had a drink afterward, while some of us decided to get an ice-cream. Calories! I drank Limeade instead. Minute Maid rocks.

After cooling down a little (the weather was absolutely scorching), we headed for the Flying Trapeze, which we did last year. I remember it ever so clearly: Natalie flew off the trapeze. As in seriously. I think her hands slipped, and she just went flying. All of us below were kinda freaked. When Nat climbed off the safety net, we were all "Natalie, you okay? What happened? Are you hurt?" You should get the picture. There we were all concerned for her safety and well-being (LOL) and Natalie goes "YEAH! IT WAS SO FUN! I WANNA DO IT AGAIN!"

Life is rather ironic, isn't it?

Our trapeze abilities this year was definitely a vast improvement, compared to last year. The previous time, NONE of us could flip over, while Annabelle managed to, on ALL THREE ATTEMPTS. Olivia flipped once. The rest of us: zero. A big fat goose egg. Pathetic, much? But it was our first encounter with the trapeze, soi believe its excusable.

This time however, we all knew what to expect. Unfortunately, that doesn't stop your heart from hammering against your rib cage so hard it damages your skeletal system. Just to set the record straight, i don't suffer from Acrophobia, Altophobia, Batophobia, Hypsiphobia or Hyposophobia. I can go on any mega-supreme rollercoaster, ride Space Mountain, sit those rides that bring you sixty floors up then plunge you full speed to the bottom of this hell-hole called Earth, etc. Whatever, you name it, i'm ready to try. I wanna bungee jump of Niagra Falls! That would be the epitome of cool.

Back to the trapeze. This is how it works: There's the trapeze,which you grab on to and swing forward, try your mighty best to flip over so that you're hanging by your legs while the world spins upside down beneath you, scream you head off (optional), flip back over after several swings, and let go, where you fall on to the safety net below.

EVERYONE failed on their first try. We had three attempts each. Attempt #2, Annabelle, Pron & Georgienne, which were before me, all succeeded. That kinda started the ball rolling. Wait, did Vada & Jolene go before i did too? Don't remember very well. Second attempt, i did it. Third attempt, i ddi it again. Ahh, happiness-extreme! Such joyous success calls for celebration. We took a crazy photo with everyone on every alphabet at Siloso Beach.

Went back to our respective rooms to bathe and change for dinner. On the way, we were deciding the order of bathroom usage. Naturally, Pron and I were both last for both rooms. People like us are known to spend aeons in the bathroom. They really should let the both of us hit the shower first, because afterwards, we need time to apply leave-in conditioner, mousse, moisturizer, etc. Our preparation time exceeds theirs, so (this is all logic) obviously the possibility of us causing them to be late for dinner is greater. Gosh, they just refuse to budge.

When we got back, there was this absolutely fantastic chocolate cake waiting for Georgienne in her parents' room. There was a fruit platter, chocolates, and cookies beside it, on the same tray. Red & pink heart-shaped ballons were randomly strewn round the room. Perfect ambience, limited space. So we brought the enitre thing back to our room, where it was then placed on the coffee table. Celebrated. Sang. Georgienne made a wish. Georgienne blew out the candles. Her parents took photos. Georgienne cut the cake. We ate the cake.

Bloody hell, you will not believe how amazing the cake tasted. It tasted heavenly. It was chocolate mousse, and it was so rich and delicious and just ohmygod, terrific.

Pron & i went last. By the time we were suppose to meet Georgienne's parents in the lobby, the both of us still weren't ready. There was the whole where's-the-comb-i-can't-find-my-lipgloss-d'you-expect-me-to-step-out-of-this-room-with my-hair-like-that flurry. Hopefully, they'll learn the next time round, but i wouldn't bet on that.

It was agreed before we embarked on this weekend long trip that ALL of us would dress up for dinner, and we would all wear a skirt. Dress up, as in not formal, but not like, totally casual either. ME: green bandeau top i purchased from Topshop earlier in the day + white Zara mini. When i got out of the shower, Jolene was like, Vic, are you wearing a push-up bra? LOL. No, i wasn't. Fyi, i don't wear push-ups. I'm perfectly happy with my own assets, thank you very much. HAHA.

Jolene & Annabelle broke dress code! Hmph.

The rest of us adhered well. Round of applause, please. Lol.

Dinner was buffet. One word: Delicious. Note the capital D. We had our own private room, and the aircon was really cold. But everything else was simply divine.

OMG I FORGOT TO MENTION: STRIPES!!!

LOL. We acquired a form of entertainment and a fresh new topic at dinner. I was helping myself to some mussles with mango sauce when Vada, who was beside me went: Vic, that guy's staring at you.
Me (completely oblivious): *looks around like a blind person* What guy?
Afterwhich i return to the scrumptious mussels.
Vada: That guy on our right. He's caucasian. Quite hot. Dark hair.
Me (curious now): Hmm really, where?

I look up from the mussel plate in the general direction of my right, to make eye contact with said hottie for a fraction of a second, before he flushes red and walks off. Or maybe he just had too much sun in the day. Whatever.

Then Vada proceeds to educate everyone on the way back to the table of her "latest discovery": That guy likes Victoria.

Huh. Since when?

When it comes to this stuff, I'm either a) oblivious, b) blind or c) too preoccupied to notice. I kid you not. Its normally my friends going "Vic, don't look. That guy's staring at you." And i'll be like, "Huh. Very funny." After being in this kind of situation a several times, i kinda learned that a) they're not kidding, b) i'm seriously oblivious and c) listen to them. Because, with the mentality that its a prank, i'll look, and i don't know why, but i always look spot on, therefore making eye contact with said person my friends mentioned. Gosh.

Moving on...

Vada located Stripes' table that night. Oh, we all unanimously decided to refer to him as Stripes, coz he was wearing a striped polo tee. Wth.

We were racing at the arcade after dinner, there were only four seats, so each time the loser had to get out. It was fun! Then Georgienne, Pron, Jolene & Annabelle decided to play pool, a game which i possess no interest whatsoever towards.

Y'know one of those machines that contain stuffed toys and that metal claw which you can control using arrow buttons? We spent our remaining tokens on those. Our attempts the first few times proved futile, but we eventually got the hang of it. So now we all ahve one stuffed frog each as a memento. Lol.

Got tired after awhile, plus we had to get up early the next morning, breakfast at 8.30am. So we all trooped back to our respective rooms.

Did a whole lot of crazy-cool stuff, but i shall not disclose what went on. Finally decided to hit the sack around 1am. Busy day ahead.

30th April '06 Sunday

I woke to the sound of voices coming from the next room. Annabelle & Georgienne were fully awake and had gone to the next room, so i went over too. Lay down on Deannie's bed, it was freezing.

We all just basically talked and laughed and lazed around, until Georgienne finally forced me to go wash up (i wanted to go back to sleep). Got ready, met her parents by the lifts.

Breakfast was okay. We were on the lookout for Stripes. LOL. No luck in that area.

Headed down to the dolphin lagoon after breakfast. Uncle George drove us down in two groups. Annabelle, Georgienne and i went first. We spent 15 minutes sleeping on the benches outsidel like homeless people. Actually, they were sleeping on me. I just sat there, stoning. Had to fill up some form saying the dolphin lagoon people wouldn't be held liable if we drowned or if the dolphins ate us up or WHATEVER. They later ushered us into this area where we had to get into attire, life vests, booties, the works.

Omg, all the trainers were wearing CROCS. Crocs are so retarded. I'm serious. Apparently they were all sponsored by Crocs, and Crocs were water-proof and dried really fast, so yeah.

Our trainer, Renee, grouped us up. I was with Pron, Georgienne and Annabelle. We were introduced to the pink dolphins, which were freakin' adorable. Got to shake "hands", feed them, and pat them. It was a totally new experience, especially for someone like me. I'm not much of a naturalist, yet i greatly enjoyed this. The dolphins are really well-trained, and we were permitted to pat them on many occasions. For the water segment, i was with Pron & Jolene. I think Jolene had a bit of a problem keeping afloat and vertical at the same time. Lol. She kept holding on to Pron.

The dolphin show was scheduled to happen right after we were done, but people were already streaming into seats on the beach. The grand finale was when every one of us got to grab on to the dolphin's fin, and so-called "ride" it. Dolphins are fast creatures, let me tell you. Way faster than you expect. It was such a movie-moment, dolphin-riding. Lol. And thething is, we all felt like the show, coz everyone was watching us. Some tourists even came nearer to snap a few photos.

After swimming with the dolphins, we rinsed off the salt water and rehydrated ourselves at the far end of the stands. The weather positively sucked. Its impossible to believe the heat could get any worse, however, i was wrong.

Again, we were driven back to the hotel in 2 groups. Georgienne, Pron, Annabelle & me went first. We were sitting by sea, with our legs resting on the rocks, waiting for the others to come.

And then we went kayaking.

4 kayaks. 3 doubles, 1 single. Pron & i. Georgienne & Jolene. Deannie & Vada. Annabelle, going solo.

The sun beat down on us like the merciless ball of fire that it was. The heat was scorching, almost unbearable. Lack of sunscreen, guaranteed sunburn.

Pron & i make an awesome team, if i may say so. We started off with me in front, and her behind. It was basically this constant competition between all of us, numerous attempts trying to capsize each others' kayaks. My kayak & Jolene's kayak was in this constant lockdown, Jolene kept trying to flip our kayak over, and Pron & i were determined not to capsize. She (Jolene) had climbed off her kayak and was in the water trying to push us over. Pron & i were using our oars to push Georgienne and the kayak away, it was such a ridiculous scene.

We kayaked around for while, with random people swimming in the lagoon. The lagoon was really deep, but we had life vests. I'd jumped off our kayak, and gone after Georgienne's, coz Jolene was currently attacking Annabelle, who was left to fend for herself. Then i couldn't climb back on. What the hell. I managed to after several attempts though, but i had ALOT of assistance.

There were these European guys swimming in the rather shallow area of the lagoon. Pron & i kayaked pass thhem, and one of them started blabbering away in French. We both thought he was talking to someone else, but apparently, he was talking to us. Okay.

Pron: *blank look*
Me: *looks at guy talking* What?
EuroGuy #1: *grins* My friend wants to swim with you.
Pron and i exchange this huh expression, and kayak off.

Strike one.

Second attempt to capsize Georgienne & Jolene's kayak. We were kayaking towards them, but Georgienne kayaked away in another dircetion. So we missed them, but what Pron & i managed to do, however, was to land ourselves right smack in the middle of EuroGuys area. I was urging Pron to steer faster, so the kayak would turn. Futile attempt. The menatlity was to get OUT of the area as fast as possible. Again, no such luck.

We were about to hit one of the guys, i kid you not. Lets call him EuroGuy#2. Pron called out "Excuse me!", and EuroGuy#2 promptly cleared out of the way.

Suddenly, Pron & i realised that our kayak was not moving.

Bloody hell. I was like, "Pron? We're not moving."

She nodded. We tried kayaking faster. Ohhh, our kayak still stayed stock still, unmoving. Filled with dread, i turned around, and my eyes positively widened.

EuroGuy#2 had grabbed the back of our kayak.

WTH.

I mean seriously.

So i said:

"Hi, do you speak english?"

EuroGuy#2:

"yeahh!"

Me:

"uhm, oh-kay. could you please let go?"

EuroGuy#2:

"yeahh!"

Me: *false smile*

"great! thanks alot."

EuroGuy#2: *grins at me moronically*

He didn't let go.

Vada & Deannie paddled past.

Pron & i alerted them. I was like, "Vada, help me!"

I think he sensed that the game was getting a little old, so he let go, and Pron & i paddled away faster than you can say "BLOODY HELL".

We were being harassed bu BEACH BOYS. It was so bloody ridiculous.

Vada & Deannie hit the shore awhile later. I saw the guys talking to them. I pointed it out to Pron, and we were both laughing about it. NO idea what they said until later on.

This is such a long-winded post. Never mind.

Pron & i kayaked in their direction coz i thought maybe Vada&DEannie needed some help with the kayak. Just as we were heading over, those two managed to bring their stupid kayak out. Tried to turn furiously. Unsuccessful. Went through the guys, seperating their group of three. Kayak stopped moving. The back felt heavier.

Three guesses why.

I just gave up. Didn't bother. Put the paddle down, and sat there with my arms crossed. Jolene & Georgienne paddled past, guffawing. I think he tried to climb on, but it was virtually impossible. He let go at last, giving the back of our kayak a good, hard kick, propelling it forward by a few metres. We stayed clear of them from then onwards.

We went swimming! And guess who we saw at the pool. Stripes! HAHAHA. It was so hilarious. Stuck around for awhile, appreciating the eye candy.

Went back to the rooms to bathe after.
Went down.
Uncle George drove Deannie, Vada & Jolene to the chinese restaurant along with Auntie Germaine. Georgienne, Pron, Annabelle & i were left waiting. Annabelle & i bought Ben&Jerry's while waiting. Uncle George came while we were handing the cash over. I think he was a little displeased.

Had lunch. Talked. Laughed. Then Georgienne, Pron & Annabelle left for the hotel with Auntie Germaine first. I stayed with Deannie, Vada & Jolene. We sat there discussing guys, the european guys, stripes, and soccer. I was still smarting over the fact that Chelsea had won the bloody EPL. Was texting Rachel during lunch, texting Sam & Kareena the night before, all in the name of EPL updates. Sentosa really should have ESPN somewhere.

Back to the rooms. Changed my shirt. Packed my stuff. Waited at the lobby. Visited the Underwater world. Stuffy, boring place with ugly fish. Walked back to the hotel. Drove back to Georgienne's. Rested for a few hours. A bunch of them were playing the guitar. Sleeping was not an option, even though i so desperately needed it.

Evening. Georgienne's relatives came. Had dinner. Played GKQ. Cut the cake. They played Capatain's Ball. Moronic game. Played CRAZY RIBBON. BLOODY FUN. My hair got atatcked, i got sprayed EVERYWHERE. Pron too. Everyone did. OMG, it was soooo fun. LOL.

Re-entered the house. Freshened up. Changed clothes. Jolene & Deannie went home. Uncle George sent Annabelle, Pron & i home.

11 plus, reached home. KO'ed.

This concludes it.

cardsfest

2006-04-27T21:59:00.000-07:00

Omg, it's like we've been addicted to cards for the past two weeks. Mainly Rachel, Hui Xin, SuLynn and i. Occasionally Chelsea, Inez and Edna will stop by, but its mainly the four of us. It gets to a point where i am soooo sick and tired of playing taitee. So now we've all sworn to refrain from playing. A current hit with us would probably be either bridge or the pairs game. It's like, totally ongoing. Whenever there's a slack period, i see Rachel or Hui Xin at my desk, and SuLynn'll be shuffling the cards. It's like we've got this open disregard for authority, although the cards are mostly to kill boredom. I mean seriously, when you're cooped up in a school like mine for 7 hours a day, boredom becomes an extremely active part of your life. Therefore, as students, we have to take certain steps to prevent ourselves from dying of boredom.

Yeah, right.

Anyways, the last few days have been pretty normal. Had Lit Solo on Monday. Bloody hell, i was totally freaking out before my turn. I was so afraid that i'd screw up and fail Lit (which is almost impossible), since Lit is one of the most easiest subjects to score for. Gavel club last saturday was quite amusing, but since i've been blessed with a rather short attention span (and since DebQ, who was sitting beside me, kept fidgeting her ass off), i was getting super restless. The table topics segment was considerably interesting. They gave topics like:

1. What would you say to your best friend if she told you she's got a crush on her male teacher?
2. Would you marry someone who earned less than you?
3. Define "in fashion", what is "in fashion" to you?

and other pretty engaging ones.

Had to stay back in school on Tuesday, extra rehearsals for drama every week from now onwards. None of us were taking it really seriously, plus we had to share the crummy void deck with softballers as the Dance Club had priority to the studio. So softballs kept flying our way mid-exercise, it was highly frustrating. Imagine trying to do a hundred crunches, you abs are aching like shit, and softballs are flying overhead every now and then. Try dodging a softball with your eyes closed during breathing exercises. You should get my point. We did improv plays too, and Stephanie, Pron, and Pooja were in my group. Our preparation was basically filled with loads of laughter and very little work on the play. Our storyline had potential, but since Pron and Pooja decided to be the main characters, i decided to play the extra person in different scenes. At the last part, Stephanie ran out of stuff to say, and this akward silence kinda descended upon us and the audience. I was urging her to say something, and so she said the first thing that popped into her head. "In the end, the girl died." Pron kinda just froze right there on the spot, with this huh? i died? expression on her face, before she actually lay down in a death position. Wow, Stephanie decided to have an improptu killing off of our main character. I was giggling my head off, which sucks, coz i wasn't suppose to. Later during feedback, Miss Suneeta said that the characters that did the least work attracted the most attention.

Tuition yesterday! We ended much earlier than normal, and Annabelle and i didn't wanna go home, so we ended up playing around in Georgienne's room. Omg, she can play the opening chords to Green Day's Wake Me Up When September Ends. Her guitar is bloody fantastic by the way. Very much unlike the school guitars, which suck, now that i've tried out one of immensely excellent quality. No wonder the school was selling guitars at such low prices. The bloody instruments were totally cheapskate.

Just finished reading Size 12 Is Not Fat by Meg Cabot. It's superlatively hilarious, especially Jordan Cartwright's character. Heather Wells was kinda a push-over.

I"m sitting in the school library at the moment, Thursday morning free period. I am so pissed at missing out on the free Ben & Jerry's giveaway at Suntec the other day. Ugh. Apologies, this post is far from intellectual.

"Men weren't meant to ride with clouds between their knees"

-Victoria

This little thingy that landed in my mailbox

2006-04-25T08:33:00.000-07:00

1. What time is it: 8.12pm

2. Name: Victoria

3. Nickname: Vic, Vicki (which i currently find really annoying for some reason or other)

4. Piercing: 2 on my right, 1 on my left

5. What is the most recent movie you've seen in the theatre: Eight Below. The dogs are freakin' cute. AND Paul Walker is really hot.

6. Eye color: Uh. RED. Hahaha. Dark brown? Black? Take your pick.

7. Place of birth: Mt Elizabeth.

8. Favorite NEW foods: Ben&Jerry's. Max Brenner's chocolates. Or Royce. Can do too.

9. Ever been to Africa: Nope, sadly. Oh but i so wanna go check out the existence of poverty.

10. Love someone so much it made you cry: No shit. You'll never find me doing that. I'm too icy and detached when it comes to this. It only goes as fas as the superficial crap.

11. Been in a car accident: Nope, thank god.

12: Favorite Movie? Mean Girls, Troy, The Notebook, just to name a few.

13. Croutons or bacon bits: Croutons. Bacon is pig right? That means pig is pork. Pork is fattening. Is pig pork?

14. Favorite day of the week: I hate mondays. No favourite days. They all suck big. Life's a bitch.

15. Favorite restaurants: The Line, Bacarrat (did i spell that correctly?)

16. Favorite Flower: Orchids. Roses.

17. Favorite sport to watch: TENNIS. Andy Roddick!!! SOCCER. Becks, Ljungberg, Cristiano.

18. Favorite drink? Justea Lemon Green Tea. I'm serious! Lol. Shirley Temple.

19. Favorite ice cream: Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough, Chunky Monkey, Fossil Fuel, New York Superfudge Chunk, etc.

20. Warner Bros. or Disney: Warner Bros. I think. Disney are all Lindsay & Hils.

21. Favorite fast food restaurant: Long John's Silver. Mos Burger. Subway.

22. What color is your bedroom carpet: Don't have one. If i did, it would be hot pink. Or warm red.

23. How many times you failed your driver's test? : Not legal yet.

24. Before this one, from whom did you get your last e-mail: Dollywood, with a gossip round-up on Nick & Vanessa, Sean Preson Federline, and Paris Hilton.

25. Which store would you choose to Max out your credit card this week: Guess. Or i'd go check Buffalo out. Haven't been yet! bloody hell.

26. What do you do most often when you are bored: oc or one tree hill or desperate housewives marathon.

27.When is your Bedtime: they're totally inconsistent. Yesterday's was 7pm. Was utterly exhausted.I then woke up at 3am to study some Math, test happening later in the day. Then went back to sleep. Woke up at 6.15am to get ready for school.

28. Favorite TV shows: ONE TREE HILL. THE OC. LAGUNA BEACH. DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES. PROJECT RUNWAY. GILMORE GIRLS. MANHUNT.

29. Last person you went to dinner with: my family.

30. Ford or Chevy?: Neither. I want a Corvette.

31: what are you listening to right now?: Nickelback.Photograph.

32. What is your favorite colour?: Hot pink. Turqoise. Black. Silver.

33. How many tattoos do you have: None. I'm gonna airbrush one either on my shoulder blade or that area above your ass crack this weekend.

34. How many pets do you have: I've got a dog. 35. Which came first the chicken or the chicken egg?: That's a lame question. Like, is a horse a horse? Yeah, right? Then is a white horse a horse? yeah again, right? how about a black horse? It's definitely a horse. So if a horse is a horse and a white horse is a horse and a black horse is a horse then is a white horse a black horse? Exactly.

Toodles!
-Vic

therein lies the paradox

2006-04-21T18:15:00.000-07:00

I remember reading the book "Prep" earlier this year, and there was a phrase in the book that really caught me. "Therein lies the paradox." It sounded really...intriguing. Plus, i felt extremely dense (think Trish or Chelsea) coz it hit me that i didn't know what "paradox" meant. Don't laugh, i know when i'm not the smartest person around. This happens to be one of those times. So i searched it online, and here are the results (taken from dictionary.com).

1. A seemingly contradictory statement that may nonetheless be true: the paradox that standing is more tiring than walking.
2. One exhibiting inexplicable or contradictory aspects: “The silence of midnight, to speak truly, though apparently a paradox, rung in my ears” (Mary Shelley).
3. An assertion that is essentially self-contradictory, though based on a valid deduction from acceptable premises.
4. A statement contrary to received opinion.

Anyways, Lit presentation on Wednesday proved better than expected. I was mentally bracing myself for the mother of all screw-ups, but there wasn't a need for it. I know that i pushed Chelsea really hard beforehand, and Herlene and Pei Xian a little. As for Rachel, i didn't say anything, basically left her to her own devices coz she got the unwanted stanza. But she pulled it off, which is fantastic. Herlene slipped though, and i had to prompt her from behind. I honestly hope Miss Iz didn't take off any marks for that. We didn't do anything fanciful or elaborate, no costumes or props, just some light& sound effects. I was seriously worried and antsy the period before, which was Science. Don't think i took in a single word Madam C said. Rachel was sitting beside me and trying to cram/memorise her poem (Beautiful Old Age by D.H Lawrence) by Lit. Lol, i was testing her and mentally running through my lines. Then i remembered that i brought cards to school to kill time during the slack periods, so Rachel, DebQ, and i started playing taitee. I don't remember who won. I think it was DebQ. Haha. Then Sam joint us for the next game. Either Rachel or DebQ won. Or was it Sam? And omg, i'm almost officially anti-Chelsea. They suck. I mean, they're good and everything, all that Roman Abromavich-money going into the pockets of the numerous world-class players, of course they have to generate stellar performances to make the money worthwile. But for a club that used to be as good as, say, Wigan (according to Sam), it really sucks that they've suddenly risen to the top. And (Rachel says) even if Manchester United beat them on the 29th of April, which is almost impossible according to Sam again, they can still win the EPL, coz they have other matches coming up besides the Man U one. Also, Saha is injured, so i'm unsure of Man U's ability. They had a pathetic start, but i so want them to win. Better Man U than Chelsea. Besides, Man U has Cristiano Ronaldo and Alan Smith, so i'm definitely on their side. Wait, why am i talking soccer? Bottomline: I'm so glad that Lit group presentation is over. Even though the whole thing was kinda messy, i had a great time with my group. Very fun people.

Went to Queensway with my mother to get my new racket on Thursday evening. It's bloody gorgeous, i'm so in love with it. LOL! I'm serious. It's a Wilson W4 Cobalt Storm, and it's really pretty. Ahh, i can't wait to try it out. Pity this week's lesson's been cancelled coz i've got some Gavel Club workshop to attend. Ugh.

Had Science Formative test today. Had a quick glance through the textbook last night, but i'm very sure nothing went in. Was cramming during free period with Rachel, Sam and Cuixia outside the classroom to escape the noise. The stupid fatso loser of a relief teacher made us go back into the classroom. Or else? He threatened to book us. Then later on Rachel and i went to the toilet, because nothing was going into my head, and Herlene was there with Sam. We weren't even doing anything, except discussing all that enzymes crap. As if that pathetic stretch of time was long enough to hit other classes begging for the questions of the paper. We should never ASSuMe, coz when we do, we make an ASS outta U and ME.

My bloody fucking bitch of an Art teacher confiscated my Creative earplugs during Art period at ComLab2. Fucking hell, i wasn't even listening to anything, when she asked for them, SuLynn hadn't even typed the artist or song title in the radioblogclub search bar. Now i have to go to one of the bloody discipline mistresses to ask for them back, complete with sincere apologies and repentant expression. Freakshit.

I finished reading The Clique #5: The Pretty Committe Strikes Back, and i honestly think it's by far the best in the series. The Clique books are rather bimbotic, i know, but whatever. Girls can always learn a thing or two from chick-lit. Gossip Girl #9 Only In Your Dreams is coming out May 10. Can't wait. Gossip Girl books always have the most fabulous covers. The Clique's tartan/argyle style covers are really cool too, i regret not collecting them. The Clique #6: Dial L For Loser and The Clique #7: It's Not Easy Being Mean are hitting the shelves really soon to, if i'm not wrong. The A-List #6: Some Like It Hot out this month, and The A-List#7: American Beauty will be out in September. The It Girl#2: Notorious is out already, if i'm not wrong. I think i'm going to collect The It Girl series, since i skipped out on The Clique and The A-List. Sad i know, but what the hell.

Just for today, i've decided to make a Massie Block-esque State Of Union.

V3x

Friday Hill

Gemma Ward

Eyedrops (LOL)

Studying scientific concepts in the quiet toilet

OUT

V3i

Son Of Dork

Devon Aoki

Contact Lenses

Studying scientific concepts in the noisy classroom

"I'm not being too dramatic, that's just how i gotta have it."

-Victoria

schadenfreude

2006-04-18T16:50:00.000-07:00

Learn a new word today, everyone. It seems like our limited vocabularies could use a little expansion.

Schadenfreude: A malicious satisfaction obtained from the misfortunes of others.

Meanwhile, it's been less than a week since i last blogged, yet i get the feeling that i'm blogging less and less. The drive to keep blogging somehow disappeared along the way, somewhere. Maybe it'll be back one day, who knows?

Geography CA today. It's worth 80% of the overall, and there's a fair possibility that i might've screwed it up. Bloody hell. Miss S.F gave us the list of study materials, but i slotted it into my journal with barely a glance, and only realised her "wise words" the night before. She encouraged us to start revising for the test a several days in advance, and warned us that our attempts to cram all the concepts in that chapter within a few hours would prove absolutely futile. Well, she was right. I tried burning the midnight oil last night, unfortunately my eyes refused to co-operate, and my need to sleep overwhelmed my commitment to the test. So hopefully, i'll pass quite nicely.

On a lighter note, we received our English comprehension test results, and calculating my English overall, i did pretty well. An A1, which is good enough for me.

Oh, there's also been a problem with my right eye lately. I must commend the observational skills of my classmates. One look, and: "Omg, Vic, what happened to your eye?!" Lol. To be honest, i am rather tired of explaining this over and over again. I over-wore my lenses, maxed it over 16 hours. So the lenses kinda attached themselves to my eyeballs, pinching them out was no easy feat. Plus, i hate removing my lenses anyways. Putting on is worse than taking out. I kinda ruptured a blood vessel or something, so now you can see a red area near my pupil. It's really gross.

Yep, so i've been bringing eyedrops to school. The downside is that i've got this weird phobia of eyedrops, which seriously frustrates Trish and DebQ. An embarrassing confession: I can't put eyedrops for myself. Someone has to do it for me. So everytime my eye feels irritated, i get either Trish or DebQ to apply the eyedrops for me. Thing is, every time their on the verge of squeezing the bottle, i either shut my eye, turn away, or sit up. Sometimes even all three. I even have like, Rachel or Sam restraining me from moving. I know, i'm that terrible. Haha. Trish'll be like, Victoria, if you move one more time, i swear i'll slap you so hard it burns a hole in your face.

Herlene was sick on Monday, so my group didn't have to present for Literature. Even with a 48 hour plus difference, we're still nowhere near prepared. And that sucks. I just don't understand how one little poetry presenation can be so complicated. I started off looking at it as something extremely simple, something i could pull off, even at the eleventh hour. Sadly, my opinion's have changed. Clashing schedules and speech abilities would probably be our greatest obstacles.

Me: Shutters
Chelsea: Shuttles
Me: Shutters
Chelsea: Shuttles
Me: Shutters!
Chelsea: Shuttles!
Me: Shutters!!!
Chelsea: Shuttles!!!
Me: SHUTTERS
Chelsea: SHUTTLES
Me: SHUTTERS!
Chelsea: SHUTTLES!
Me: SHUTTERS!!!
Chelsea: SHUTTLES!!!
Me: SHUTTERS, DAMMIT!
Sarah: God, Vic, don't be so harsh on her! *proceeds to work with Chelsea on her mis-pronounciation of "shutters"*

I believe you get my point. But i do like my group members, don't get me wrong. Rachel got the most interesting part of this poem, and every time she recites it, she never fails to send me into fits of laughter, which annoys her, therefore causinhg her to take an aim at me with whatever she has at hand. Pei Xian is cute, according to Sarah. Herlene is..., well Herlene. Very pitchy voice. Lol. Chelsea is funny. Good to laugh at. Her antics are pretty endearing. Digressing. Lit presentation tomorrow, and my group hasn't gotten our act together, nor are we even remotely close. That's the most dreadful part of this whole thing. Ugghh.

I'm seriously wondering how it's going to be tomorrow. Never mind that Literature is last period. I'll just cros my fingers and hope for some stroke of genius to occur or some brilliant idea to hit me somewhere in the timeframe between now and last period tomorrow.

Higher Chinese positively sucked. The stupid teacher punished Joyce, Hui Xin and I for talking by making us stand up for almost half the lesson. How lame. Can't she think of something more intersting or original? Oh wait, she can't. That's why Joyce, Hui Xin and I were talking in the first place. Because of the dullness of the lesson, and the extreme boredom that was rapidly overwhelming the three of us. Its not that i hate Chinese, in fact, i'm neutral. Its more the monotony of the lesson, which drives people to a point of boredom so extreme, it borders on insanity. I dropped my compact during the lesson today, and the mirror came out. I was sooooo scared it was going to shatter. Damn, i was even holding my breath. No way in hell would i want to be plagued with 7 years of bad luck just because i broke a mirror.

My maid, went home today. My previous maid, agreed to come back to work for us. However, there's some problem with her passport, so it's going to take some time.

Question: What's going to happen to us without the presence of a maid?

My Father: We'll survive. We just have to clean up after ourselves.
My Mother: ...... You have to wash your own dishes. Don't ask me to do this kind of thing.
Me: ARE YOU CRAZY?! GET ANOTHER MAID! I DON'T CARE HOW LONG IT TAKES FOR HER PASSPORT TO BE DONE, MY DESPERATION BEATS MY FONDNESS OF HER! WHO'S GOING TO COOK AND CLEAN AND WASH???!!!
Ryan: *shrugs*
Joel: *black-faced silence*

Exactly. I don't wanna die. Who's going to wash and iron my clothes??!!

The mind-boggling problems of life are the ones that truly gnaw away at everything.

"I see your fantasy, you wanna make it a reality paved in gold"
-Victoria

the botanic gardens on a rainy day SUCK

2006-04-13T06:32:00.000-07:00

Omg, i feel like i haven't blogged in a million aeons or something, but whatever. All that matters is that i'm back in action. Lol. Okay, that was retarded. Whatever. Anyways, loads of stuffs' been happening since my birthday, and i can't explain why i haven't been blogging, most probably coz i don't feel like it, but that's totally besides the point.

We went to the bloody Botanic Gardens today. It was SO retarded. Seriously. I didn't bring my consent form, it must've slipped my mind. So i got my Dad to bring it to school for me. Omg, my Dad has excellent timing. He came the second Madam S asked everyone to board the bus. Yeah anyways, if i had KNOWN prior to leaving, what this stupid excursion would be like, i would've gladly sat in the general office listening to the amusing banter between the HODs and vice-principals, etc. They can be totally amusing, i kid you not.

The bus ride there, i was engaged in "serious" conversation with SuLynn, and since we boarded the bus late, we had to sit all the way in front. Like, directly behind the teacher and parent volunteer. It was really lame. It started raining along the way, and i thought it was only going to be that area that was raining, and that the bus would eventually drive out of it. Boy was i wrong.

It was raining at the Botanic Gardens. no, make that pouring. Our guide was some nature-loving forest hick, and he absolutely detested me. Let me begin this tale of horror. We were FORCED to hit the stupid "forest" despite the rain. Like hello, doesn't this tree-hugger dude know that rain is acidic? It like, corrodes your scalp or whatever. And i hate getting caught in the rain. It's absolutely euw and makes me totally flu-ish. The worse part was since i exchanged my super-straight tresses for voluminous curls, it's an absolute must for me to apply a leave-in conditioner. So if my hair gets wet in the rain, the treatment might run, and my hair will just die. Nah i'm kidding, it won't die, but i'm certain that i'd feel extremely uncomfortable with the knowledge that my hair's in bad condition. I'm serious. In my opinion, a girl's crowning glory is one of the most important aspects of beauty. A bad haircut can totally ruin you.

The stupid "forest" had a zillion bugs, and they were flying all over my legs. It was bloody annoying, and i was totally regretting going. Like even though it was raining, the forest was utterly warm. It was completely humid. I was all like, ohmygod, it's totally warm in here, i'm like, sweating. euww. And DebQ's like, vic, haven't you heard of humidity?

LOL. I admit i was being a little bimbotic, but you should've been there. It was gross with a capital G. Every time the wind blew, water would fall all over everyone. There were mosquitoes like, every-fucking-where. I kid you not. Tree-hugger dude was making sarcastic remarks that were indirectly directed at me, but i was in too dire a situation to rebuke him witha snappish comeback. Ugghh. That was totally the worst field trip ever, like, who goes to the Botanic Gardens when it's raining cats and dogs? Plus, they expect us to take notes and sketch plants. Retards.

Had tuition on Wednesday. Annabelle is still laughing her chicken-ass off over the fact that i fell off the black chair previous lesson. It so wasn't funny. Georgienne bought me The Click Five's Greetings From Imrie House. How nice. Oh her birthday party's gonna be lavish again this year. Two days, one night in Sentosa. Rooms at the Shangri-La. Ahh, i think it should be awesome this year.

Got Math results back on Monday. Sucked. I flunked very ungracefully. By 5 marks. And i'm on Mrs P's "High Attention List". Believe it or not. I've never heard of anything more ludicrous in my life. When i asked her why, she announced my very shameful marks to the entire class. Bitch. Bloody moronic bitch. She's absolutely loathsome but there's no denying that she's good. It's practically impossible to outsmart her.

I cannot wait for "The Hills" to air on MTV. It's going to be brilliant, judging from the trailer. LB Season 3 is also coming out really soon.

"Spinning empty bottles it's the five of us, with pretty-eyed boys girls died to trust"
-Victoria

happy birthday to me!

2006-04-08T10:20:00.000-07:00

Happy birthday to me! It's my birthday today. I'm officially a year older. Lol. I slept around 12 plus last night, had to savour the first few minutes. Hahaha, i got like, a bunch of birthday wishes already. Thanks to everyone. But i guess it's still gonna be a normal old day, blah.

Everytime your birthday rolls around, the digits on your age changes. And in comes the expectations and responsibilities, along with the fun and the presents. A whole new range of possibilities, and you marvel at the beauty of life.

Somehow or other, the sun shines a little brighter, the grass seems a little greener, the sky a little more blue, the flowers a little more vibrant. Or at least that's how i feel whenever it's my birthday.

Haha, call me psycho, i couldn't care less.

Anyways, i woke up super early, around 7.45am this morning. Had Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey for breakfast! Ahh, i bet you're jealous. No one eats ice cream for breakfast everyday. Opened presents, ate titbits, etc. Will update either tomorrow or late tonight.

"Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday happy birthday, happeeee birthdayyyyyyy toooooo meeeeeeeee!"
-Victoria

P.S i know that was kinda corny. LOL, but whatever. Nothing you say today is gonna bring me down. Pierre Bouvier is so cute!!!

it's a thursday! 48 hours more and counting...

2006-04-06T23:26:00.000-07:00

I absolutely cannot stand my new HCL teacher. She's from China, and she's replaced the old hare-brained fool. Oh yeah, i forgot to mention this: she hates me. I'm like, her most loathsome student or something. And she also says the stupidest stuff. Plus, her colour co-ordination sucks. No one wears peach diamante slingbacks with a blue a-line skirt and a white cardigan. Right, now i feel mean. But whatever.

Trish and i did a quiff for Jovi again during library today. It seems Trish came prepared, with pins, hairspray, etc. It was slightly different this time, more like Kelly Clarkson from her Walk Away video except the rest of Jovi's hair was tied up. This time was a little tougher than the last, i'm guessing it didn't hold very well, coz by the time Assembly rolled around, it was still together but kinda falling apart. Lol. And Jovi wouldn't stop complaining. She couldn't take it apart, coz there was hairspray and stuff in it. Omg, we did her hair in the library during free period, like sprayed the hairspray and everything, and the librarian DIDN'T SAY A SINGLE WORD!!! Haha.

Science period on Tuesday was ultra funny. I totally wasn't doing my experiment, Kareena basically did everything. There was this huge metal clip, and i wanted to clip it on to Jovi's hair without her noticing, but i couldn't because i was sitting too far away. So i think either HuiXin or Inez or Edna did it. Jovi is super dense. It took her like, 5 minutes or something to notice there was a bloody huge metal clip in her hair. Ha, talk about slow. We had like, lamps on our benches. And halfway through Madam C's lesson, HuiXin switched it on and shone it at Madam C, at the same time yelling "Police!" It was bloody hilarious, i think the whole class just exploded into multiple peals of laughter. I remembered Kareena & i laughing so much our stomaches hurt.

We also had History and English Compre CA on Tuesday, first and third periods respectively. English was quite okay, i honestly hope i do well.

Oh yeah, the thingy on Saturday's optional, thank god. Or i would totally be sulking at theatre. Serinder loaned me her Fort Minor album today, how kind of her. SuLynn wants to quit POP!!! Omg, can you believe?! Like, the goodiest-two-shoes of goody-two-shoes wants to quit a programme that's guaranteed to look mighty fine on her future school applications or resume shit. Gosh, when she told me, i was extremely shocked. She's also got a sore throat at the moment, like, when she came back from Home Econs, it became all low and husky. Sexy! I like it when my voice gets like that after i get sick with the flu, and the sore throat and crap. It's kinda fun.

Anyways, since my birthday this year's gonna be all un-nice and crap, i think i'll truly celebrate it another day or something. Whatever, you know? I'll make a big deal outta it when i'm in the mood.

Cheryl wanted a post dedicated to her Awesome/Gruesome self, if i remember correctly. So i've given in and decided to let her have a paragraph. Apparently this girl keeps an imaginary pet named Harry which i so kindly whacked off her shoulder during Legacy presntation.

Omg, Legacy presentation was HILARIOUS. Trish and Deborah W had to slow dance with each other! LOL, my group's board game rocks.

Out of boredom...

Celebrity i would most like to see knocked down by a car: Lindsay Lohan

Celebrity who's face i would most like to slap: Hilary Duff, i want her boyfriend

Yeah, i'm a teen-queen hater. Kind of. You got a problem with that?

Hot producer: Pharell Williams

Hot female artist: Gwen Stefani

Hot male artist: Justin Timberlake

Best female vocals: Kelly Clarkson

Best male vocals: Clay Aiken

Master of cool videos: Blink 182

Band that will never be passe: Green Day

Currently loving: Fall Out Boy, The Click Five

Band with the best lyrics: Tie between Coldplay and Linkin Park

Hot guy from band: Duncan James from Blue

Recently released hot video: Stupid Girls

Awesome dancer: Ciara/ Holly Valance/ Beyonce?

Infectious tunes: Black Eyed Peas

Hot actress: Jessica Alba

Hot actor: Paul Walker

Frankly speaking, they make the hottest on-screen couple i've ever seen. Jessica Alba & Mekhi Pfeiffer or Paul Walker & Eva Mendes can't even hold a candle to Paul Walker & Jessica Alba. They look so good together it hurts the eyes.

ocean avenue

2006-04-06T15:23:00.000-07:00

There's a place off Ocean Avenue
Where I used to sit and talk with you
We were both 16 and it felt so right
Sleeping all day, staying up all night
Staying up all night

There's a place on the corner of Cherry Street
We would walk on the beach in our bare feet
We were both 18 and it felt so right
Sleeping all day, staying up all nightStaying up all night

If I could find you now things would get better
We could leave this town and run forever
Let your waves crash down on me and take me away

There's a piece of you that's here with me
It's everywhere I go, it's everything I see
When I sleep, I dream and it gets me by
I can make believe that you're here tonight
That you're here tonight

If I could find you now things would get better
We could leave this town and run forever
I know somewhere, somehow we'll be together
Let your waves crash down on me and take me away

I remember the look in your eyes
When I told you that this was goodbye
You were begging me not tonight
Not here, not now
We're looking up at the same night sky
And keep pretending the sun will not rise
Be together for one more night
Somewhere, somehow

If I could find you now things would get better
We could leave this town and run forever
I know somewhere, somehow we'll be together
Let your waves crash down on me and take me away

My birthday in 3 days

2006-04-05T22:17:00.000-07:00

I'm really sad at the moment. Not literally, but there's stuff happening that's rather mood-dampening. Okay whatever.

I would just like to advise everyone who's hooked on to a drama series like One Tree Hill or The OC, but are like, a season behind or whatever, DO NOT visit their fansites. I think it should be quite okay for The OC though, but the One Tree Hill fansite contains a thousand and one spoilers. They're just placed everywhere, practically screaming out at you. For example, Dan shot Keith. Keith dies. Ha. I just spoiled something for you. Well, it was spoilt for me too! I'm only passing it on...

Had guitar lesson today. Gosh, it actually begins as kind of an incentive to hit the music room asap, instead of the usual dilly-dally from the assembly yard to the classroom to the music room. Right now, i'm no longer so keen on it. It's practically impossible to play properly with long fingernails, i kid you not. Thank god guitar picks exist. Playing with the pick was so much easier. I can finally let my nails grow out again.

My birthday's this Saturday! Unfortunately, there're a couple of events that have somehow gotten into the way. How pissing off. Namely some drama production i'm forced to attend in the late evening, around 6 plus or 8, something like that. BLOODY HELL. WHO THE FUCK GETS FORCED TO DO STUFF THEY DON'T WANNA DO ON THEIR BIRTHDAY???!!! Ugh. I showed Annabelle my wishlist during tuition. She nearly fainted at the sight of it's length. LOL. OH, i was talking to her halfway, and i dropped my pen, so i tilted my chair sideways coz i was lazy to get off and get it, and I FELL OFF THE STUPID CHAIR! Really. Annabelle convulsed into laughter the second i hit the floor. It was soooo not funny! I didn't get hurt or anything, but what the hell.

Higher Chinese tuition with Georgienne and Annabelle this afternoon. Georgienne bought a guitar that's almost exactly like those the school's selling, except the soundboard's a different colour, and she paid like, 6 times the price. $400++. Unbelievable. I still haven't decided whether to buy it or not though. Even if i do, i see it as a toy to play around with before i eventually get bored. So it ends being indirectly a waste of money. I can buy a pair of jeans at Forever 21 with that. Lol. But then guitars are so...Ryan Cabrera. And Ryan Cabrera's pretty cute. Haha.

If i'm not wrong, it was released awhile ago that Chad Michael Murray's engaged to Kenzie Dalton, this 18-year-old actress who plays a cheerleader in One Tree Hill. She's an extra.

Apparently there's also a high amount of tension between her and Chad's ex-wife, Sophia Bush, who plays Brooke Davis. They decided the marriage thing wasn't for them after 5 mere months.

How pathetic. Okay, i've got to finish up my drama essay. It's like, more than 2 weeks overdue. I'll update tomorrow or something.

"When there's no one else, look inside yourself."

-Victoria

sports day

2006-03-31T22:27:00.000-08:00

Sports day was almost super fun. Rachel rocks. She's like, the most fantastic athlete of our age or something. Thanks to her, our class were the overall champions, with 95 points. 36 of which was contributed by Rachel. Cheryl and i were rather depressed: "sports day is gonna suck this year." We agreed to stick it out by entertaining each other. Fortunately, it all turned out pretty tolerable. I must've screamed myself hoarse, my throat was absolutely parched. Sarah + Sam + HuiXin + Rachel = the ultimate winning formula. You should've seen them, man, they were awesome. Literally running "like the wind". Lol.

Cheerleading was good to watch too. The juniors sucked so much it was bloody comical. I also saw this girl fall from the top of someone's shoulders on to the people waiting to catch her, but then she toppled over, did a somersault thingy on the ground, and ended up in a sitting position. Jovi claims the girl was crying her eyes out later on. Gosh, i'll bet she was severely traumatised. If it were me, i'd be too afraid to execute the move properly at the real competition. She fell while they were practising.

Mass dance was a blast. The entire class was in this circle thingy at the far end of the field, and it was such a mess, yet a whole lot of fun. We all came back to the stands sweaty and exhausted. DebQ gave me water! Lol, she's so kind. She brought an entire cooler of water for the runners.

After cooling down and rehydrating ourselves, me and DebW were obsessing with the Music Quiz on Cheryl's iPod Nano. HAHA. We had one earplug each, and DebW was trying her best to work the wheel, which was not easy. Lol, guess we both have the same problem when it comes to iPods. Cheryl's got the weirdest selection of songs. She's got this track called The Hell Song, which was extremely suitable for its name, coz it really sounds like hell. Its like, chaos in your ears. Subsequently everytime i heard something along the lines of raging chaos, i would be all "Hell Song!". DebW and i were laughing our asses off over it.

Trish was "Hairstylist of the Day". She did Edna's hair, which was really ridiculous, Edna's head looked like a freakin' porcupine. She did Jovi's, think Britney's hairstyle in Baby One More Time. Jovi was complaining nonstop afterwards, saying she looked like a dog. LOL. She kinda did. Trish also did Inez's and DebQ's. Then she did this really cool hairstyle for Daphne, and it was the result of utter creativity. I absolutely adored it. HuiXin also got it. We were on the home stretch of Sports Day, with less than an hour left on the clock. Jovi wanted too, but Cheryl & DebW got it. Pity Deborah's hair was too short to carry it off.

When the entire school was dismissed, Cheryl, Deborah (W), Edna and i headed down to Wisma Atria, via my father, for lunch. There wasn't a minute of silence from the moment we got into the car until we reached there. At least my Dad saved us an MRT ride or however they were planning to go. Had lunch on level4. I am so freaking indecisive and fickle when it comes to food. But the prawn noodles were great. Edna was such an irritating bugger, she kept asking me if i was done with my food. LEARN social etiquette. Pestering people to polish off their food at a faster rate was never part of the rules. But she's still nice all the same.

We wanedered round Wisma, went to the usual places. Topshop, Surf Babe, Forever 21, etc. We didn't go to Warehouse or Fcuk though. Walked down to the Heeren afterwards, Cheryl wanted to take neos coz of the "unique" hairstyles they acquired courtesy of Trish earlier on.
So we ended up taking neos, despite much protest on my part: "I don't wanna take neos in school uni, i look i crap!" They pretty much ignored my whinging. Lol. Neos turned out okay, although there is one shot i particularly hated. My eyes were CLOSED, and yet they still selected it. And thus i became the laughingstock of that particular photo. Ugh.

The walk there was quite enjoyable though. Lol. Cheryl and i were trying to name the most cars while Edna harassed Deborah. Wandered round Heeren for a little awhile. Discovered this shop selling really cool printed tees and bag called York Canvas or something. I was extremely tempted to buy the girlface bag.

Proceeded home from the Heeren. I think the nearest station was Somerset, but it slipped everyone's minds until halfway back to the Orchard station. We passed the big white tent twice, and i kept lamenting about the Topshop Unique fashion show. Bloody shit!!!!!! Deborah told me to stop killing myself over it. Oh, Deborah and i felt like gatecrashing the show, and we passed the backstage entrance. The wind blew the flap open, and we saw the puniest bouncer ever. He was such a pipsqueak.

Yeah then we went home by train. End of story.

Click Five are hot. Eric Dill is so cute, seriously. Check out the Catch Your Wave video. I am so in love with it. Lol.

"Look for the girl with the broken smile"
-Victoria

class tee vs pe shirt / my billie joe

2006-03-30T17:33:00.000-08:00

Thursday. Oh wow, i'm making blogging everyday a habit. It's raining outside at the moment, i absolutely adore the weather. Had higher chinese compo test and an english vocab test today, and just for the record, the answer to the "significant" question is inconsequential, not incongruous. I checked it on the internet. Hope i didn't do too badly.

All this in favour of Sports Day tomorrow.
Question of the day, CLASS TEE: to wear or not to wear?

Topic of the day: Class Tee V.S PE Shirt

They standardized it to PE shirt in the end, how lame. We already wore it last year for Sports Day while all the other classes had class tees. This year the same thing goes. How boring can we get? We should've made new t-shirts at the beginning of this year, in time for Sports Day and Zany Day. Pity half the class didn't agree.

Library period was F-U-N. At first Jovi & i were at the computers, i automatically go to my blog on every single computer, it's become a habit of mine. Trish was having a problem with her blog, and i know why. She blogs in her template. I mean seriously, who blogs in their template? Then Jovi said Trish, DebQ and Nikki were gossiping at the round table with Miss I, so we left our coms and headed over. On the way there, Miss I left. So the four of us just sat there talking crap and laughing our asses off over nothing. DebQ was playing with Jovi's hair, and she was trying to do a quiff. Fail, she can't do it. I tried, i know roughly how to do it mechanically (without hairspray, mousse and gel), but with pins and hair elastics. But i was incapable of doing it properly, so Trish made an attempt, with me giving out the instructions. It turned out quite nicely, but Jovi couldn't really work the look very well.

Recess. Movie game with Herlene over food. Legacy, was the big debate. Then had English Vocabulary test. My god, it was tougher than i expected. Everyone was stressing over prefixes and suffixes before the test. There were a few questions that really had me. Whatever.

You know how eyeliner looks freakin' gay on those wannabe punks? Trust me, they look absolutely dreadful. Think drag queen in pants. It's so vile, looking at them is simply repulsive.

Not everyone can carry off the kohl eyes. And no one can do kohl eyes better than Billie Joe Armstrong. He's so sexy, his eyes practically smother you. They're like, grey, with this greenish hue and a hint of blue. The fact that he's a lyricist, guiarist and vocalist also helps up the appeal factor.

Billie Joe is oh-so-sexy. I wanna be his guitar. LOL. Learned that from Nissa, she always said she wanted to be Mikey Shizzle's guitar. She thinks Mike Shinoda is hot. Omg, i miss her. Once, in '04, we talked on the phone for like, 6 hours and 15 minutes. I kid you not. It was mental.

Btw, Edna and i were randomising outside the staff room today. She claims that we should all go to the zoo tomorrow. You read correctly. The Zoo. I know what you're thinking. Like, how random is that?? She said the Bird Park would do too. Crazy bitch. LOL. Edna's like the most retarded person i've ever met, i'll bet little kids will take one look and make in the other direction faster than you can say "retard". HAHA.

"I'm trying my best to make it alright again. Back to how we were before. Smile and pretend it's not happening."
-Victoria

10 days till my birthday

2006-03-29T21:18:00.000-08:00

Short post. Don't expect it to be interesting.

Geography.Was pmsing a little. Miss SF went through rock samples with us in the IT resource room. Thank god there was aircon. The stupid assembly this morning lasted so bloody wrong, we spent aeons in the sweltering heat.

Math CA. Sucked. Think i failed. Left a bunch of blanks. Had a mental block the second i skimmed through the questions. What the hell.

PE. Didn't bring PE attire, slipped my mind this morning. Was too preoccupied with the Match CA, my bag, and the Topshop tickets. Asked Miss L if i could wear blouse and shorts for PE. She said yeah, i could. Mrs T is such a bitch. She made everyone who wasn't wearing full attire to get up on stage. Fucking shit. As if i wasn't in a bad enough mood. What the fuck's wrong with wearing school blouse and Adidas shorts? Stupid moron.

Recess. Ate the cheesy super-fattening macaroni thingy that the western stall sells with DebQ.

History. Didn't bring workbook. Miss F was revising some stuff with us for the History CA happening next Tuesday. Sat with Sarah, and annoyed her throughout the whole lesson whining about my bag. Had a really good laugh with her and SuLynn though. Tummy was aching from laughing way too much.

Higher Chinese. Did tuition homework while talking to Joyce and SuLynn. Omg, SuLynn doesn't know what a Crumpler bag is!!!

Science. Fun. Kind of. Sarah asked me to think of artists below the age of 25 for her and Kareena. Came up with a few, including Ryan Cabrera, Jesse McCartney, Ashlee Simpson, Joss Stone, The Click Five (cute!!!) and JoJo. Hilary and Lindsay were not meant to be on that list. The list was meant for good artists. Asked Herlene for help. We ended up playing Jeans. See who could name the most. I rock better at clothes stuff. Both of us are kinda obsessed with this game at the moment. Fox. Forever 21. Zara. Guess. G-Star. DSquared. Vuitton. Calvin Klein. Esprit. Topshop. Dorothy Perkins. Miss Sixty. and the list goes on. Did movies. It was hilarious. Can't wait to beat her tomorrow.

Oh fuck. There's Higher Chinese composition CA first period. Crap. Wish me luck.

10 days till my birthday.

New skin coming up soon.

Should i change my URL?

"Someday, somehow, gonna make it alright but not right now."
-Victoria

the worst day ever

2006-03-28T20:24:00.000-08:00

DISCLAIMER: DO NOT PROCEED READING IF YOU HIGHLY DISAPPOVE OF THE USE OF PROFANITIES.

Who doesn't use profanities every now and then anyways?

Sincere apologies for the disclaimer above, as i honestly do not want to deal with people shaking their head, lips pursed in disapproval, or going "Oh, look! She swears. How uncivilised." Go eat shit and die. I'm not in the mood for this kinda crap at the moment. I assure you that i'm a completely wholesome and civilised person, but try being a wholesome and civilised person while expressing deep feelings of anger and resentment towards the unpleasant happenings that i have experienced today.

First half of school was normal, then during recess we got severely reprimanded by Madam R, thanks to our misbehaviour during Art last Friday. We were made to write letters of reflection. Recess. Played the list-as-many-as-you-can game with Sarah. Chocolates, ice-cream flavours, designer brands. Literature. We went through Dreams by Langston Hughes. Ohmygod, that poem so rocks. I was grouped up with Rachel, Herlene, Chelsea and Peixian. Peixian was mostly silent. Rachel and I were trying to name as many soccer players as possible, but both of us had major mindblock today. Then i wanted to do designer with Herlene, but she refused: "Don't want. You surely beat me." So we ended up naming as many shops as we could in Parkway Parade. Ohmygod, how lame. But it was hilarious I think our little game must've disrupted the Science lesson after Lit. LOL.

Then came Legacy. Okay, i know some people in class feel contempt towards certain things i've said today, but i won't take my words back. There are people in class with objections and complains, but they take it to the FMs, and let the FMs be the middle person, so the class will hate the FMs for being strict or whatever, and they get away unscathed with their problems solved. Kareena and i deny ourselves the luxury of doing that. We chose to let the class know directly. I am aware that the CC doesn't exactly have a squeaky clean record, but neither did we say that we were perfect. Look, i'm not trying to be righteous or shit, coz i'm really not that sort of person. If i were given a choice, i would've been a lot more laidback, seeing as i've chosen to turn a blind eye on many occasions. I've been booked before, i've made a major deal outta being booked, but hey, i'm so over it. And i will stop, notice my earrings? See me using my cell in class? Exactly. As for misbehaviour during lessons, i'm not talking about only today alone. Kareena and i mean every time.

Now forget the ugly things.

Moving on. Went to Parkway after school, ate lunch at Ichiban Sushi with my Dad and bros. Jap food rocks, i could totally live on it for the rest of my life. It's absolutely indulgent.

Then...
I went to Planet Surf to buy the bag that Edna and i saw after Cheer Comp, like less than 2 weeks ago. And how coincidental, as i walked in, this girl in a lame-ass school uniform (brown checkered blouse, brown skirt) was holding on to MY BAG. STUPID BITCH. I was mentally willing her to put it down, so i could snatch it up, pay, and dash out. BLOODY MORON SPENT HALF A MILLION YEARS ADMIRING HERSELF WITH THAT BAG IN THE MIRROR. HELLO, SHE LOOKED HIDEOUS CARRYING THE DAMN THING. THAT BAG'S GOT MY NAME WRITTEN ON IT! For fuck's sake, that bag should've been mine. Why the fuck didn't i buy it with Edna the other time? Realising i didn't have cash with me, i acquired some from my Mom and headed briskly back. That pathetic idiot was still contemplating whether or not to buy the stupid bag. I think she could tell that i was eyeing the bag. She walked over to the cashier. FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK! I SAW THE DAMN THING PURCHASED BEFORE MY VERY EYES. WHAT THE FUCK. How coincidental that i should be there to watch the bag that was meant for me be taken away and yet i could do nothing. FUCK BITCH ASSHOLE MORON BASTARD BLOODY HELL. Hmph, i am so totally heartbroken. I had half a mind to step up to the cashier and offer double the price for that bag. Ugghh.

Went back, complained, whined, etc. Got my hair washed and half blowed. Met Edna. Continued stressing over my bag. Went to Topshop.

Salesgirl: Hi, may i help you?
Me(all smiles): Hi, i was just wondering if there were anymore tickets left for the Topshop Unique fashion show.
Salesgirl *shakes head*: I'm sorry, they're all sold out.
Me *blinks*: Omigod, are you serious?
Salesgirl nods and goes back to her phone conversation.

I shoot Edna this look of extreme horror, and immediately searched my contacts for Cheryl's number, she answered before i made it out of Topshop. Ended up half-screaming at her outside while circling the mannequins, with Edna adding crap into the convo every now and then. Walked round with Edna some more, i can "zap" her. Lol. I kept going "I wanna cry." and it was so hilarious to hear her beg me not to: "Eh please lah, don't cry leh. I dunno how to comfort people." HAHAHAHA. She was acting like a complete imbecile, pointing out every single white piece of clothing in Esprit.

Can't wait for the day to be over. If i wake up tomorrow morning, and the first thing that hits me is that bag and the tickets, i'll surely be pmsing the entire day. Nikki and SuLynn will be the biggest victims, should i be in a foul mood.

Damn shame bout that bag. Urrrgggghhhhh.

"I just wanna get away, saving all your bullshit for another day."
-Victoria

monday blues

2006-03-27T16:57:00.000-08:00

I suffer from the Monday blues every Monday. There's always something so depressing about the start of a new school week. Shit shit shit, it stopped raining. Mrs K is going to kill me for cutting cca. Bloody hell. Had Science second last period. Omg, magnesium ribbons are so freaking cool. Nikki didn't come today. Lit CA after recess. Kill me, i don't think i nailed it. SuLynn thinks i'm capable of pulling of what i did the last time round: studying the period before and scoring an A1. If only it everything was that easy. Music last period. GUITAR!!! Unfortuantely i'm over it and do not want to buy it anymore. Hello, you can't play the damn thing properly with long nails. So how d'you play with a manicure? You end up ruining your nails. Like, how euw is that? Hahaha, i am NOT a bimbo. My fingertips were hurting like crap, no kidding. And that's after playing Can't Help Falling In Love over and over and over again. Sick of that song already. But i shall persevere for Billie Joe Armstrong's sake, i am determined to acquire the ability to play Wake Me Up When September Ends by the end of term 2, whether or not i will achieve my goal, you will surely find out in the near future. Meanwhile, feel free to encourage me, i certainly need it.

Currently feeling extremely bloated. Susu, i hate you. No wait, correction, i love you. LOL. I smacked SuLynn on the upper arm today, out of annoyance, coz she took so bloody long to copy down the math spring test corrections. So now i am publicly apologising, although i already did this morning. On to why i hate her. Because of her, i ate chicken pie for lunch, even though i wasn't in a very chicken-pie mood. I wasn't even craving the damn chicken pie. Then when my Dad dropped me home, there was lunch waiting. Not that lunch was healthier than chicken pie, it was perhaps more unhealthy, and very fattening, but i ate 2 unhealthy and fattening things for lunch. SuLynn's fault. Maybe i should go stick a finger down my throat...KIDDING. I'm not that sort.

If you're reading this, tag before you leave. I am so bored. Haven't bought tickets for the Topshop Unique fashion show on Friday yet. Blah. I would kill for a pair of skillful hands on my shoulders right now. Oil massage. I feel so tired and tensed up. Whatever.

Omg, i am so short. My Mom says i will be a disappointment to her if i don't grow taller. What the hell.

Drama on Saturday was okay, Miss P wanted us to do improv. My grouped sucked, Annabelle's group was more successful. Ming was hilarious. Oh forgot to mention. Ming is so nice, it was raining on Saturday, but pretty light. All the same, it was rain that was capable of getting one drenched. And i did not want to be drenched, especially have the rain water corrode my hair. It took bloody ages to condition it back to normality

Jeff from LB is quite hot. I just caught a repeat ep last Wednesday outta boredom. Ugh, Kristin Cavalleri is such a slut. She's going out with Nick Lachey, he even brought her to meet his mother. Stupid moron, is this what you left Jessica Simpson for? Oh wow, i see a pattern. Kristin does indeed like preying on guys linked to girls named Jessica.

Whatever, my eyelids are falling shut. Sleep-deprived and nasty on Mondays.

I'm off to go snatch sme shut-eye time.

"The clocks turning around and you're still playing these games."
-Victoria

happy birthday cheryl / photos from the tangs show

2006-03-25T00:38:00.000-08:00

Top of the list. Happy birthday, Cheryl! I shall let you have the luxury of being an awesome person because it's your birthday. Besides, this girl is always bugging me to dedicate a post to the Gruesome Twosome, or shall i say Awesome Twosome? Cheryl, i'm doing in honour of your birthday, so don't take me for granted. Lol. Anyways, what's there to say? Cheryl's got a permanent place on the retard list, she's one half of SunShine, whether she's Sun or Shine, i don't exactly remember. You should see when she and DeborahW does the SunShine thing. Bloody hilarious. Another thing i have to give the Gruesome, i mean, Awesome Twosome credit for, is their ability to put their own spin on the songs they generate when their in the human jukebox mood, or i could put it simply and say they kill songs. But it's Cheryl's birthday, so i won't. But their fun to watch though, and you don't cringe when they sing, you laugh, unlike some other people who are genetically incapable of carrying a tune but still insist on imposing their terrible voices on innocent bystanders who don't deserve this kind of punishment to their soon-to-be damaged ears.

My Mom received free tickets to the Tangs Studio fashion show last night, how rude and last minute of the Redken people. She asked me to take my friends, but all the people i know are either busy or too loseric to take to a fashion show. Pathetic, right? My Mom said i didn't miss a thing, but judging from the photos that were loaded into the computer only moments ago, i sure did. Practically every single model was at least 1.8m and had an iPod. Lol. My Mom said it was a hell lot better that way, having them sit there quietly plugged into their iPods, compared to them talking incessantly and irritating the shit out of all the stylists. And some of them were really pretty. The male models were super fly, and vain too, according to my Mom. But as a girl, i shall turn a blind eye to that little flaw and continue ogling his handsome face and hot bod. One of them looked ALOT like Josh Holloway, or better known as Sawyer from the tv series Lost. I'd upload a photo but their in another account, and getting my hands on them would be too much of a fuss.

Oh-kay, i just found a fuss-free and convenient way to get the photos. Now i'm not sure if i'm allowed to upload them. Right, i've decided to upload just a few, to be on the safe side. Apparently some of the local celebs were there. There were a few pics, but i'm not going to upload. I'm not really big on the local celebs over here. Only "local" thing i support is SAW Loser, formerly known as Pug Jelly. And thats only because the guys are really cool in person. Especially Jimmy and Sam.

Point proven?

Oh another thing, they had 3 refrigerators backstage containing Diet Coke, Voda Voda water and Red Bull. LOL, apparently, you can just go over, take 5 bottles, and gulp the lot, nobody would bat an eyelid. I don't really like Voda Voda, although i admit the bottle's design decidedly kicks ass. But i'm not very into mineral water, i prefer distilled or diamond water. They taste better. See? This just goes to prove that water indeed does have a taste.

The coke fridge backstage.

Voda Voda fridge. Not very clear though.

They even used live pets for the show. There was this one model who got to carry a pink cage with a fluffy white rabbit inside. How cute. Seriously.

I know you can't really see the animal, but what the hell.

Some of the models were FREAKIN' SKINNY, bloody shit. I'm practically turning poison-green with envy.

Skeletal, much?

The perfect look of distress. Maybe she saw a fellow model ripping her runway outfit. That ought to be interesting.

What the fuck, i washed my hair around 9, and it's still not yet dry. I'm in an air-conditioned room, for god's sake! What the hell is wrong with the air in my house? Maybe i should go out and buy one of those air purifier thingies. HAHA.

Okay, its like, 12.38am already. Do i put it under Saturday or Sunday? I think i'll just have the date down as Saturday. Whatever to time zones and shit. Damn, i'm literally crumblig from lack of sleep. If only i could snap my fingers and my hair would instantly dry, fantastic.

Right, gotta sleep. I'm not into the whole panda-eyed look. Enjoy Sunday.

"Diamonds are forever."

-Victoria

a very depressing friday

2006-03-24T18:18:00.000-08:00

Haven't updated since Monday, although i did log on. I just realised that blogging takes commitment, and if you can't be bothered, or are constantly busy, your blog just runs dead and becomes a total waste of web space. Not that anyone really gives much of a shit, actually. I don't even think we'd ever run out of space on the web, there's probably no limit to it whatsoever.

I'm in a really weird state of mind at the moment, kinda lingering in that area between boredom and depression. Maybe that's due to my complete disregard towards all the homework that's been slowly piling up above my head. However it got to be too much, too heavy, the entire shelf broke, and the stack gave me a good wack in the head. Finally i acknowledge its existence, and it has since been nudging me every now and then, while i try my best to push it away from my train of thoughts. Don't think about it, deal with it some other time. When will that time come? I honestly wonder.

It's times like these that make me question my irresponsibility, seeing as i've so carefully covered it up with glossy layers of fake reassurance, not just to myself, but to others. I'm getting a little worried about it. When am i going to sit down and go "Okay, stop playing around. You have to get back on track. What you're doing at the moment is not doing you any good."? Soon? Frankly, i don't know. And although it never really struck me as a major problem, it's starting to. I'm phobic when it comes to higher chinese compositions. I owe my higher chinese teacher like, 4 or 5, since term 1, and i haven't got round to tackling them. Call me a procrastinator, or maybe i'm much worse than that. My progress report came on Wednesday. It wasn't bad, As and Bs, the only C i had came from Art. And Art's taught by the incredibly hysterical and difficult Mdm S, so yeah. It doesn't really matter much.

From now onwards, till the end of term 2, all our music periods will be replaced by guitar lessons. I'm excited, and enthuisiastic, for once. It shoud be a good experience, and i wanna buy the guitar. My mom gave me the green light when i merely mentioned it to her, i didn't even have to ask. Sometimes mothers read their daughters too well.

Had Art, last period. Mdm S went berserk, one third of the class was super late for a stupid lesson. She started bellowing like a constipated hippopotamus for no reason at all, and insisted we do cross-hatching, didn't matter if the bell had already rung. What the fuck is cross-hatching anyways? Seriously, i had no fucking idea, so i just did what SuLynn did, drew little crosses line by line. I asked her to specify the size she wanted, and if we had to fill up the entire piece of paper. My little question was like dropping a lighted match in a gas tank, Mdm S exploded into a ridiculous rant about how she didn't care and that she was so angry she didn't want to answer any questions, all she wanted to do was scold people. I mean hello, what kind of teacher says that to her students? She seems mentally unstable in my opinion, but the teachers refuse to believe, the class is known for being incooperative, unattentive, and exceptionally loud. Our noise level takes Bose amplifiers to greater heights, believe me.

Ended up late for Drama coz of Mdm S's retarded episode, Miss Sunita did not hesitate to lay down the laws of studying theatre. It basicaly consists of self-discipline, physical endurance, body language, and voice projection. Why do i feel like we spend 50% of the time doing improv, and the other 50 working on toning our abdominal muscles aka our "core" (by Miss Sunita). We did "sculpting" today, and it was really interesting. Apologies to Nikki, i know it was hrad to keep your arms up for such a long period of time. But later for group work, Yuthra put me in this pose, and i had to hold it there for like, what, 15 minutes? LOL, my mind was screaming bloody torture. No hard feelings to Yuthra though, her sculpting was great. To take my mind of the agony, i started some songs going in my head. By the time Miss Sunita said we could relax, i'd gone through Pieces Of Me by Ashlee Simpson, True by Ryan Cabrera, Welcome To My Life by Simple Plan and We Believe by Good Charlotte. Joel Madden's level of hotness is decreasing rapidly, btw.

Monotonous first week of a new term, to sum it up. Boy am i glad the weekend's here. 9 more weeks to the June hols. Wow, i'm already counting down.

"Welcome to a new kind of tension, all across the alienation
where everything isn't meant to be okay."
-Victoria

Victoria's Lists

2006-03-21T19:35:00.000-08:00

As promised, and a large part due to boredom, i have created lists. And an Emergency Kit. But more on that later. Back to my lists, which are highy amusing, and created to entertain solely me.

So here they are.

DISCALIMER: These lists are not meant to offend anyone, so should you feel offended, feel free to shut up and remember that they were done in the name of humour, and no one would bother to ridicule you. To everyone on the list, cheers!

THE RETARD LIST

Edna. I don't even have to explain, and i can already see you guys nodding in agreement. Let's just say this girl uses her cello to make "Marie's" farting sounds. She also tried to file my lipgloss.
Chelsea. Because i told her she'd find herself at the No.2 spot.
NikkiNair! Retarded by nature, because she doesn't care what you think of her. Loveya darling!
DeborahQ. Incessant singing? Maniac laughter? Incorrigible lameness? Hahaha
CHERYL ANN aka Gruesome (to everyone) aka Awesome (to herself). Cheryl is nuts. I kid you not. One of her most memorable phrases would be "Absolutely dandy!"
DeborahW. aka Twosome. Cheryl's counter part, other half, partner in crime, etc. But the more reserved one. Not such a psycho-retard. Yeah they make the Gruesome Twosome.
Herlene. She bought a can of ice lemon tea, decided she couldn't finish it,and poured the remainder into the drain. Okay, that's just plain wasteful, but putting her on the retard list pisses her off, so her name shall stick.
Trish? By nature. I dunno, she just exudes that aura.
HuiXin. L.A.M.E jokes. Seriously. Those who know Shakespeare and Palm Tree will agree.
Serinder. Because she makes me laugh at the dumbest things, and because her squeak is freaky.

There's another list, The Dense List. But i feel mean for letting people know i think their dense. Lol.

Now for my all important Emergency Kit. HAHA.

Victoria's Emergency Kit conatins (at the moment):

Super cute nail file -incase you break a nail. Or to file them even during dull lessons.
Eye-drops -for those early mornings after super late nights, relieves tired and red eyes.
Black hair elastic -you never know when you might need one.
Second nametag -to save me from yet another green slip.
Watsons plaster -contributed by Chang SuLynn.
Handiplast hippoprint plaster -kindly contributed by Herlene Foo.
Maybelline Fruity Jelly clear lipgloss -always a must.
10cent coin -donation from Nikki Nair.
30cents enclosed in mini paper parcel with emergency numbers -courtesy of Herlene Foo, there's even Beyond Social Services (62353535), and 999/995 (emergency calls are free of charge) written on them. Hilarious much?
And of course, Dirty Girl Looking Glass mini compact mirror -another must, mirrors are a godsend.

But i plan to add in more emergency-oriented stuff, like Panadol, maybe. Edna suggested condoms. Welcome to the mind of a sick freak. Hahaha. Then Herlene suggested...erm, nvm. Later, she had an epiphany and promised to bring a garlic for my emergency kit. Garlic, hello? to ward off vampires, according her. No wonder she's on The Retard List. Now Edna wants to bring an onion, for some weird reason known only to her. LOL. One day in the near future, you'll be buying my emergency kit off the shelf of the trendiest shop. i'm serious, i'm probably also gonna expand it into a global corporation of emergency kits. You have those for people like me, with lipgloss and compact mirrors and nail files, then for sporty athletic people, you have like, mini sunscreen, lipbalm with spf 15, and medication for cuts, bruises, aches, etc. Or there can be like, a really first-aidsy one. Think cotton wool, alcohol, ointment, scapel??? Maybe there can also be one for musicians? Hair gel, guitar pick, recreational substances? How about for a typical party girl? Pink lipgloss, condom, hangover cure, tit tape? Ohmygod, the possibilities are endless!!!

Oh shit. I have yet to document the baby on the bus that Nikki & I saw. Fast, yeah? Crap, no time. My mom is getting us to shut the pcs off now. Have to go for dinner.

"One minute you're on top, next you're not, watch it drop."

-Victoria

uneventful start of a boring term

2006-03-20T16:36:00.000-08:00

Why exactly did i start a blog? Everything i put down here isn't exactly a gripping read. Blah. I just had lunch, and it was more than i could eat. Plus the half packet of Lays Sour Cream & Onion (mini) and one quarter packet of Doritos Nacho Cheese (also mini). Gross, i'm announcing my fat intake for all to hear. Whatever. Felt like sticking my finger down my throat afterward, but decided against it after much consideration on the car ride home.

Me: Daddy, what are the side effects of bulimia?
My father: Your bones stick out and you get wrinkles. It's not good for your body.
Me: Yeah i know it's unhealthy, but it makes you skinny.
My father: And wrinkly.
Me: As if! Bulimia doesn't make your skin wrinkle! Look at Lindsay Lohan! She went bulimic and look how much weight she lost!
My father: Honestly, why don't you ever use your brains? Her skin doesn't wrinkle because she's a celebrity, and her manager makes her botox the wrinkles.
Me: How do you know?
My father: Because if you don't eat, you body doesn't receive an nutrients, therefore the skin goes downwards, and pile up on top of one another. Which creats wrinkles.
Me: Oh. *Nods*

Anyways, WOOHOO! It's the start of a new school term! How fucking not awesome! Uh huh, yeah. Basically, school's a bloody drag, and there's nothing interesting to look forward to. I mean, really. And i probably only paid less than an ounce of attention during every single lesson today. Started off with English first thing in the morning, newspaper reading period. How kind of the school to give us 55minutes to read Life, update on the gossip, and check out the Hits & Misses list, while the rest of the time, we talk. I think i pissed my EL teacher off, kept talking to Nikki incessantly, and she kept telling us to keep quiet, and Nikki & i refused to cease chatter. Was telling Nikki about Johnathan's 21st poolside "party" at the Hollandse Club. LOL, his friends tossed him into the pool, it was so hilarious. My Dad got it on video.

Math was lame, i did my homework, so didn't get into any trouble with the overly dramatic Mrs P. Science was retarded, Mdm C wanted us to draw out the male reproductive system. And DQ actually did it! I'm serious, she had like, the sex glands, the testes, etc all down on paper. Okay, TMI much? Hahaha. I was reading Girlfriend April, so didn't really care much, also ignored Nikki half the period. Recess, stayed in class, chatted with Cass about the Topshop fashion show, finished up Girlfriend, filed my nails, blah.

Then Chinese came, and we had this new teacher from China come observe our class, and our usual teacher was trying hard to impress. As usual, no one gave two hoots and pretty much engaged in their own activities. I was talking (as always) to Joyce. SHE CUT HER HAIR!!! Omg, now she looks like an apple, and she's actually happy looking like an apple. LOL. Then with ten minutes left on the clock till Higher Chinese ends, the teacher comes up to me and starts reprimanding me for talking to Joyce throughout the whole of lesson. It was such a fucking retarded nagture, and she even tried to throw in english words, how pathetic. It really isn't my problem that her class is so fucking boring, and doesn't make half as much sense as my Higher Chinese tuition teacher, who's loads better than this pitiful woman.

Lit was normal, Miss I went through some important points in King of Shadows to prepare us for Wednesday's report writing CA. Then there's also a Math spring test happening Wednesday. English test sometime this week, tomorrow, if i'm not wrong. See how all the tests just swarm in the minute we take our first step into the school grounds? We aren't even spared a minute to regain our bearings, or mentally prepare ourselves to take on the heavy workload that we so conveniently relieved ourselves of the previous week. And that, is just plain sad. The government keeps moaning about how students are so inactive and overweight, hello? I don't think it's the students' choice to be inactive and overweight (okay, maybe sometimes it is), but if they weren't under so much stress in school, then they wouldn't comfort eat! If their workloads had been lighetr, they would have more time to focus on exercising! If the tests were every term instead of every week, then they would have LOADS of time to get off their lazy asses and hit the gym!

You know how they always say not to take things or the people around you for granted? I always tell myself to obediently abide by this law of mankind, because its true. Never take anything or anybody for granted. That's because you end up resenting yourself, and regretting having done so in the first place. Trust me on this one, i've been there, done that. And it all comes back to you in the end. I feel that some aspects of my character has improved, in the context of me being more self-relective, and probably less impulsive. But then there's always the downside, meaning that while some aspects of my character has improved, there are other aspects that have deproved. I tend to say what i mean, i'm not exactly blunt, i'm more straightfoward. And sometimes i don't think ahead, i don't consider if what i say might hurt anyone's feelings, or affect anyone's morale. And maybe i don't notice if i've hit a person in the right spot, i just keep going. So to anybody that i've offended in this manner, i apologise. I can be a real bitch at times, i'm sure my friends will gladly tell you. It all depends on my mood really, if i'm in a bad mood, i can be rude to every single person around me, with no regard for them being on the receiving end of my own anger towards another person, matter, or situation. If i'm beyond the realm of boredom, i'm a snide person. And you'll truly hate me when i morph into that person. I say things in a laughter-worthy manner with an ulterior meaning meant to get under the skin of the person i'm talking about.

It's human nature, all in all, to provoke a reaction for the entertainment of oneself. But it's another thing to have a laugh at someone else's expense. It's fine, if no harm's done, although people sometimes take things the wrong way.

"Beautiful lies and fatal crimes.
You fool yourself into thinking everything's perfect.
Drown in the heartwrenching depth of your tears when it all shatters."
-Victoria

the day after the cheerleading competition

2006-03-18T14:17:00.000-08:00

Firstly, i so wanted to update yesterday night, but i was dead beat, beyond exhausted. Could hardly keep my eyes open, even though i was on the PC talking to Cheryl and doing geog homework. Bloody hell, its already Saturday, and i still have a mountain of homework waiting to be done. Some holiday.

Anyways, back to what i originally intended to blog about. Cheerleading yesterday was awesome. Or the day was, at least. Not sure about our performance though.

The day started off at 5.05am when Trish rang my cell and told me to wake up. I obliged, hung up, and went back too sleep. But not deep sleep-sleep, just light resting, as in i was still subconsciously aware that it was the ungodly hour of 5 in the morning and i was suppose to drag myself to the bathroom to wash up and head over to Edna's. Then Deb called 10 minuts later, which seriously startled me, coz i immediately sat up and answered. Afterwhich i slowly got out of bed, and switched off the aircon, open the curtains, etc. Trish called at 5.20 to check that i was awake. I half yelled "OKAY I'M UP" when i answered.

My Dad dropped me at Edna's house around 6.10 or so, and I WAS NOT THE LATEST. Shoba, Herlene, Deb, and Trish were already there. Eating breakfast or whatever it is that they were doing. We practised our routine until like, 7.45. Then started getting ready. The hair, the make-up, the outfit, everything. An hour and really wasn't enough for all ten of us to be ready. Oh, Edna's got this Thai exchange student living in her house, and the toilet mirror was getting a little too crowded, so the rest of us milled into his room to use his mirror, and he was just sitting on the bed with this bewildered expression on his face, it was so hilarious. And according to Edna, Jovi's interested in him. Cue Jovi exclaiming "I am NOT!" Haha, but i'm sure we all know, denial's the first step towards love. Edna seems to have paired Chelsea with him too, for some weird reason or other. Lol. I always thought it was Jovi & Dan, Nick & Herlene. Okay, i'm going to get killed for this. Anyways, i love prepearation period. It's so fun, all of us bustling around with the black kohl, or the liquid eyeliner, every now and then screaming that the lines are too thick, or does this colour lipgloss look alright, etc. Omg, i also forgot something. I would like to commend Herlene Foo for being my very pleasant MIRROR STAND. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Basically all the mirrors were taken up, so I just sat on the floor and applied lipgloss while Herlene held up a teeny Little I mirror in front of me.

Yeah then suddenly someone realised it was 8.55am, and we were suppose to report at 9.00am sharp or we'd be DQ'd. So Herlene dashed there, with me walking briskly behind, and the rest trailing in a bright array of colours. Like, if you turn and see blue, you know its Shoba, mint green, Trish, red, Inez. And so on. We turned up on the dot, and the first class had already gone.

We were looking at all the other teams and commenting on how they were going way too fast, but in the end, we still did what they did. I think we went about a beat or two faster than our normal speed, which sucks. The whole routine was just whizzing off like a bullet train or something, and before i knew it, we were done. I reckon the judges were non too please with us, seeing as we were totally flashing the contents beneath our skirts for all to see. Although we were all wearing mini shorts, of course.

All of us were slightly disappointed after our turn, it was pretty obvious on our faces. But then we spent the next hour plus being total cam-whores. Edna, Trish, Shoba, Syaheerah, Herlene, Inez, Jovina, you guys suck. Chelsea and I went to buy batteries, coz my camera ran dead. And the above mentioned names just lay on the floor in a lazy pile, while Edna "vibrated" with laughter, coz Trish and her flyaway-afro-esque hair was lying on her. LOL.

Then after everyone had cleared out, all of us were being totally cam-whore-ish. We must've taken over fifty shots. Of which i've chosen to display a few.

our heat's gon take us to the top

inez.me.edna.chelsea.

trish & i. the wind was blowing our hair everywhere.

we rock and we know it.

syaheerah.me.herlene.inez.chelsea.edna.

edna's idea: the backview of chelsea, me & syaheerah. love my hair. lol.

moribus modestus. that's latin for demure & resolute. do we look the part? LOL

brand to brand sneaker attack! HAHA

our very own ad for Converse shoes

ohmygod we stepped on herlene! although she actually looks rather happy about it...

one very last shot to call it a day

After whoring ourselves out to the camera, we headed back to Edna's house to collect our stuff and rest for awhile, before going down to Parkway for lunch. Herlene and I bought Mos Burger, and met up with Edna, Inez & Chelsea at Banquet. Inez & Chelsea left when they were done with lunch, so Edna & I went to get Herlene's nametags done with her. Then the three of us bought the most adorable Dirty Girl Looking Glass mini compact mirrors. So cute!! Then Herlene left, so it was just me and Edna. We wandered around for quite ahwile, before she went home. Then i got my hair washed and blow dried, enquired about the baby pink Nokia 6111 and the hot pink Motorola Razr V3x. Both of which are outta stock. Lol.

I feel so guilty for not doing my homework. Seriously. I keep vowing not to be a procrastinator, but at the end of the day, it doesn't make a difference. Sigh.

"When you try your best but you don't succeed."

-Victoria

what i've been up to lately

2006-03-16T14:55:00.000-08:00

Last time i blogged was Monday, and now its Thursday. Wow, time flies. We've got tomorrow left, and the weekend, before school re-opens for a new term. Bring on the sickening nagtures, boring lessons, and massive workloads. Right. Like i'm even enthuisiastic.

Here's a rough outline of what i've been up to these few days.
Tuesday: Morning-cycling at east coast park with my Mom. Late morning-Went to Queensway to get my new racket. Afternoon-History project meeting at the National Library. Evening-Late lunch/ early dinner at Bugis Pastamania. Shopped around at the Edge with SuLynn. Took the MRT home.

Went cycling on Tuesday morning with my Mom, then after dropping my bros at school (they've got job week, more later), my Dad drove us down to Queensway to get my new racket. Its being re-strung. Got home, changed, National Library for history project meeting so-called. It was fun. Lol. Grabbed a bite with Nikki & SuLynn at Pastamania, then shopped around at the Edge. Met Serinder in Zinc, buying bags. Took the train home. YES. I. TOOK. THE. FREAKING. MRT. HOME. Haha. I had to call for help a few times, even though Nikki wrote down the directions on a receipt.

Wednesday. Cheerleading bloody early in the morning at 8. I was late. As usual. By about 40 minutes. First thing that greeted me when i stepped through the door was Herlene squealing "Omg your hair!" Lol. Practised our routine over and over and over and over again. I'll bet everyone was exhausted afterwards. I am so sick of Pump It by the Black Eyed Peas. I swear, i'll never listen to that song for another two decades or so. Haha. Went to Parkway with SuLynn after, to eat. Both of us were starving. Purchased a vegetarian pizza baguette at Delifrance, and a strwberry ice-blended from Auntie Anne. Funny how i seem to be going there alot these days.

Lets see, today my alarm rang at 7.15. I switched it off and continued sleeping. Until like, 7.35. Then dragged myself to the bathroom to wash up and shower. I swear, hot shower in the morning is the best thing on Earth. Especially when the water is super hot, and then you come out with your skin all pink and flushed from the heat. Lol. My Mom gave me a ride to school, and i was probably 55 minutes late for practice. Okay, i admit that i've got an issue with punctuality. So what? Practice today had this lazy air to it. It was more sitting around and talking, while Trish replays Pump It. And then Jovina got hold of the computer, and started generating poppy tunes from Radioblog. Think Backstreet Boys and Westlife. You get the picture.

Anyways, there's this "thing" going on with the colours of our polo tees. Jovina and I both wanna wear black polo tees. But apparently only one person is allowed to wear one colour. And both of us absolutely refuse to give in. So Trish put her foot down: Nobody wears black. Lol. Same dilemna going on with Herlene and Chelsea. Except both wanna wear white. Gosh, Chelsea's named Chelsea yet she's got no idea bout the football club Chelsea. Liverpool vs Arsenal earlier this week was good. I didn't see much of Freddie Ljungberg though. Thierry Henry scored. Ugh. Peter Crouch is ugly. And he wasted that golden opportuinity. Stupid moron.

Enough about soccer, back to cheerleading. Practice basically consists of us cheerleaders lounging around the classroom, with all the desks pushed to the back wall to make space. But often, Edna, Herlene, and sometimes Trish end up lying on the floor, while Deborah's curled up in some corner engrossed in a magazine. As for me, i'm battling with the wheel of Herlene's iPod Nano. I swear, iPods hate me. The wheels absolutely won't spin for me. Which obviously explains why i'm carrying a Creative at the moment. Oh, and iPods are too big for my liking, plus the Shuffle's ugly.

We were discussing the preparations for the competition tomorrow, and still arguing over polo tees. Trust me, cheerleading stuffs are highly amusing. Seriously, i should bring a videocam, and film the going-ons during practice, and then post it here. Examples of what you'll see include Edna lying on Jovina's stomach, which causes jovi to laugh, which causes Edna to scream "Stop vibrating!", and me getting my toe trodded on by Herlene or twisting my thumb during floorwork. Trust me, there's more. I'm just lazy to mention.

Grabbed some food with Deborah & Chelsea at Caltex. Then took the bus home. Deborah rode with me. Ohh, she says i look more bitchy with my super straight, long, glossy, etc hair, and that i look better this way. More genteel. LOL. Thanks for the compliment, Deb. I am so flattered. Haha.

Have to go. Homework calls. See ya.

"Dance, dance we're falling apart to half time."
-Victoria

my hair, my hair, my lovely gorgeous hair

2006-03-13T21:53:00.000-08:00

Short post. Desperate Housewives in 7 minutes.

Firstly, happy birthday to Annabelle! Congratulations, darling. You are now another year older. Krys & i hope you become less of the hobo-irritant you are at the moment. Then again, we still love you all the same. On another note, you suck! What a nice friend you are, didn't help me during higher Chinese tuition today. Hmph.

Today, i did something to myself. Well, i wasn't the one who administered the change, but yeah, appearance-wise, i'm somehow different. Those of you who know me for my long, super straight, shiny, smooth, glossy, all things fabulous hair (lol, the ego), please don't say "ohmygod!" when you see me now. Haha, i'm still trying to get used to it.

Really gotta go. 9.59pm now!!

XOXO
-Victoria

3 days worth

2006-03-12T23:47:00.000-08:00

The Amazing Race on Thursday afternoon was bloody awesome, i had a blast. And if i were given another chance, i would so do it all over again. Sad to say, we didn't win, let alone place, so yeah. But i don't regret a second of it, it was a great opportunity for my class to bond, like really puyying our differences aside and working together towards a "common goal". I must've called out "50 metres!"/ "Speed up, people!"/ "Come on, walk faster!" and anything remotely similar about a hundred times or something. Anyways, i'm glad we weren't penalized or whatever.

Friday was like, the last day of term, and yet it was no big deal. We didn't get our progress reports, and that in a way, was both good and bad. Good, because then i won't have to grit my teeth and show my parents that mere piece of nagture-generating paper. Bad, because i won;t be able to see all my overall grades and compare them with everyone around me. Lol. And hopefully if the latter actually occurred, i wouldn't pale in comparison. Drama was not bad, we were sent out after stretching to observe objects, people, and situations, outside of school. Miss Sunita set homework. How disappointing.

Naturally, even though we've been given a week's worth of so-called "holidays", we've also been sent home on our much-deserved break laden with a gazillion tonnes of homework we don't really deserve. How very pathetic, that even during our long-overdue rest period, homework trails in our wake, nagging to be finished in our heads, and following us around everywhere we go, until completed.

Nikki lent me Rosie Dunne by Cecelia Ahern. Thanks darling! That book is fantsatic, and you were right, its fully capable of reducing its reader to tears. Haha, but reading it has been a real enjoyment. I would totally recommend it to everyone, unless you're a guy who's wholly lacking in the emotional department, then i highly doubt this book would move you to tears. Lol.

Went to VJC at 8.15 on Saturday morning to watch the Theatre Sudies & Drama students showcase their respective ares of expertise in their prelimnary examinations. Our group spent half the time in the canteen stuffing ourselves with Lays, Snapple and ice-cream. Oh yeah, Deborah and Cass have concluded that the HipHop Jelly sucks, and i couldn't agree more, after taking a bite from Deb's stick. And thanks to the time dedicated to ice-cream consumption, we missed the sixth performance, which really sucks, coz Miss Gill, Miss Sunita and Akshaya all said it was really good. Akshaya was the only person who caught it, by the way. Unfair. Anyways, it was Greek themed or something, from one of the many stories of Troy, the scene where Ajax rapes Cassandra. Heard the lighting was really good.

The rest of us were extemely put out, and Miss Sunita encouraged us to come back later in the afternoon to catch the rest of the performances. I had half a mind to though, but in the end i didn't. Headed to Krys's house after VJC for lunch, before going for Drama. We managed to accomplish loads between the timeframe of 12.30pm to 1.55pm. Lol. Had a load of fun. I absolutely love Krys. She's one of the best people ever.

Drama was okay, Miss P showed us a ton of really cool masks. Proceeded to Parkway with Annabelle and Krys. Hit Billabong first, to get Krys the flip-flops i owe her for her birthday. Unfortunately, there wasn't any stock. I'm afraid they might be gone for good. Lol. Tough luck.

After Parkway, came home, painted my nails, took a bath, then went to the Tanglin Club for dinner. Had an enjoyable time at The Wheelhouse with all the aunties, uncle, cousin, etc. Conversation at the dinner table with people of a different generation was most amusing. The boys cleared off to the LAN room immediately after they were done with their main course, unsurprisingly. Oh, and my aunt got me this pair of really retro-funk earrings from Beach Culture, Napoleon lipgloss and the latest issue of Girlfriend. Love it when relatives visit from overseas. Haha.

Was absolutely knackered when i came home. Hit the showers and fell into bed.

Alarm rang at 8.30 this morning. Pressed the stop button and continued sleeping. Mom burst in at 10, ripped the curtains open, which allowed the glaring sunlight to stream in. Ugh. Tuition at 11.30. Had a nice time talking to my tutor, Evelyn. She's so nice! Read, watched TV, swam, bathed, watched more TV, swore at my bros, went out for dinner, came home, read some more, and now i'm sitting at the computer. Okay, i gotta go. Parental nagging. Lol.

Enjoy the pathetic week they call a holiday.

the library period on thursday

2006-03-09T09:30:00.000-08:00

Right, so i'm in the libary at the moment, free period. The home economics girls are making pizza today. I had half a mind to join them, but decided against it. My desire for the comforts of air-conditioning triumphed over sweating it out for a measley slice of pizza, self-made.

Had tuition yesterday, but i was like, 45 minutes late or something. But i still ended 5 minutes give or take of Annabelle. Then again, she only arrived 10 minutes or so earlier than me, which really isn't much, since we spent half the time talking. Lol. I did most of my tuition homework in school, during the very dull and useless chinese and science periods. See, i'm such a studious and conscientious person. And i can see you rolling your eyes. Haha.

Nikki came yesterday. A good thing, since i was getting a tad tired of SuLynn's over-inquisitiveness. Nikki's cheeriness was pretty refreshing. Anyways, she encouraged and urged me to watch A Haunting on Discovery Channel, which i gamely agreed to. After all, i've braved the horrors of Emily Rose, what could be worse?

Personally, i think last night's episode of A Haunting was on par with The Exorcism Of Emily Rose. Both were equally creepy and rather believable, except for the fact that Emily Rose is about a girl, while A Haunting is about a house. But the part where the medium was possessed by the "demonic spirit", was totally Emily Rose-ish. Like, the voices and the actions, were akin to Emily Rose.

Okay, i am going to stop blogging about creepy stuff. Me, Jovi, and Nikki are sitting at a row of computer terminals, and we all seem to be blogging. Like, if you stand behind the three of us, you can see the blogger thingy, with our posts inside.

Omg. I just saw an extremely candid photo of Pete Wentz. By accident, i wasn't purposely surfing around for it or anything. LOL. He's such a bad boy, its so adorable. I neither commend nor condemn that kinda behaviour, so yeah. But its kinda...erm...never mind. LOL.

Anyways, check out Stavros Niarchos's hoodie. Interesting, huh? No offense to anyone.

By the way, what happened to Ryan Cabrera??

THEN

NOW

You get what i mean, right? Okay, i know he used to have gravity-defying hair, and it was totally one-of-a-kind Ryan Cabrera, but look at it now!!! It looks like a mouldy rotten dishrag that got ran over by a truck, then placed on his head. Disgusting.

I forgot to mention, i had Chinese first period, and i was talking nonstop with SuLynn and Joyce. The teacher looked at me a few times, but i acted oblivious and continued yakking on. In the end, she outwardly reprimanded me, like with this super long nagture (nag+lecture) about the importance of spending my time wisely and knowing my limits. Hello? If she thinks a smart way of spending my time takes the form of paying attention in her class, then she's seriously deranged. Go eat shit and die, as if i'm going to waste my talking time listening to a hare-brained fool read the textbook. I've learnt the chapter she's currently teaching a million freaking years ago. Oh, and the whole time, Joyce was writing dialect swear words on my foolscap pad. I have no idea what 99% of it means anyways. Lol.

I'm off fall-out surfing and video-watching now. Amazing race at the business district later. School-organized. I may update, may not.

Cheers!

-Victoria

P.S Only one more day, and then comes our long-overdue break.

the oscars

2006-03-07T18:56:00.000-08:00

School was a freaking drag today. Yeah i know, like, when is it not. Got back our Lit report & drama results today. I scored an A1. For both. *smirks* LOL. And to think i only actually really prepared during recess and the period before the test. Oh wow. Haha.

Excuse me. I think i'll add one more under the "SAME STUFF" category in my last post.

I tend to be rather egoistic on certain occasions.

Nikki didn't come again today. Sad. SuLynn sat at her place, and Sarah sat at Mas's seemingly permanently empty seat, while Chairman Kareena sat at Sarah's seat. I'm starting to get used to this seating arrangement. Had to stay back awhile to take my math spring test coz i missed it last week. I could've gotten full marks, if not for the careless mistakes. Argh.

Oh, we had IT enrichment, second period. No one ever listens to the IT instructor. I don't even remember his name. He's teaching us how to use photoshop, but 99% of the class isn't paying attention to a single thing he says. Lol. SuLynn & I created the Book of Us. Kareena was reading it during Science, and she exploded into multiple peals of laughter afterwards. HAHA.

There was suppose to be Desperate Housewives last night, unfortunately or fortunately, the women of Wysteria Lane and their suburbian antics had to make way for the 78th Academy Awards, or the Oscars, as we so affectionately call them.

Here's the Winner's List:

Best Picture: "Crash."
Actor: Philip Seymour Hoffman, "Capote."
Actress: Reese Witherspoon, "Walk the Line."
Supporting Actor: George Clooney, "Syriana."
Supporting Actress: Rachel Weisz, "The Constant Gardener."
Director: Ang Lee, "Brokeback Mountain."
Foreign Film: "Tsotsi," South Africa.
Adapted Screenplay: Larry McMurtry and Diana Ossana, "Brokeback Mountain."
Original Screenplay: Paul Haggis and Bobby Moresco, "Crash."
Animated Feature Film: "Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit."
Art Direction: "Memoirs of a Geisha."
Cinematography: "Memoirs of a Geisha."
Sound Mixing: "King Kong."
Sound Editing: "King Kong."
Original Score: "Brokeback Mountain," Gustavo Santaolalla.
Original Song: "It's Hard out Here for a Pimp" from "Hustle & Flow," Jordan Houston, Cedric Coleman and Paul Beauregard.
Costume: "Memoirs of a Geisha."
Documentary Feature: "March of the Penguins."
Documentary (short subject): "A Note of Triumph: The Golden Age of Norman Corwin."
Film Editing: "Crash."
Makeup: "The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe."
Animated Short Film: "The Moon and the Son: An Imagined Conversation."
Live Action Short Film: "Six Shooter."
Visual Effects: "King Kong."

To summarise, Crash, Brokeback Mountain, Memoirs of a Geisha and King Kong all won 3 awards each. What awards these movies received, check it out yourself.

Okay, now for the red carpet stuff.

THE AWESOME

Keira Knightley looking absolutely gorgeous in a one-shoulder Vera Wang gown and Bulgari jewellery. I love her hair. She looks really good here, neither aneroxic nor obese. Kudos to Keira.

Amy Adams wore a Carolina Herrera chocolate brown silk faille ball skirt with rouched pocket detail and matching bustier with ribbon appliqué. Her shoes were by Christian Louboutin and her bag was by Judith Leiber. Yes, and i absolutely adore her dress.

Unfortunately she still looks kinda retarded up close. Kinda, because retardedness points have been minused, thanks to that amazing dress (which she has not enough to cleavage to carry off). She's been nominated for Best Supporting Actress in the movie Junebug.

Agreed? Lol. Moving on.

Jessica Alba looked stunning as usual, in a gold Versace halter gown with lace frontier. This girl is too beautiful for words.

She's one half of the hottest couple to walk the stage on Oscar night. Eric Bana completes the other half. He came in Calvin Klein, fyi. Unfortunately there were no flattering shots of him, or i would've posted them.

Nicole Kidman did not disappoint in her strapless Balenciaga number with all over applique. Jewellery by Fred Leighton. Simple & elegant, would best describe this award-winning actress's approach to style.

Lisa Rinna looks downright marvelous in this dress by J.Mendel.

Heath Ledger: suave and un-gay in Dunhill

Of course, we're all fully aware that when there's good, there's got to be bad. And so i present

THE GRUESOME

Jennifer Lopez, you've got a million and one people at your beck and call, waiting on your hand and foot. WHAT HAPPENED TO THE STYLIST???!!!

Hmmm...Dolly Parton...i wonder which should go first? The humongous bazongas that hugely resemble over-blown party balloons or the disgustingly vile woven pink cloth she calls a dress?

Michelle Williams, i know your dress is Vera Wang tulle, but your non-gravity defying cleavage and monstrous red lipstick just isn't doing you any justice in the style section. Besides, puke yellow was never the way to go.

Naomi Watts: This Givenchy dress is kinda nice, yet kinda not. The top's kinda disastrous, and there's something wrong with the waistline.

Zhang Ziyi: Yes, the dress is by Giorgio Armani; yes, the full crinoline skirt is Swarovski crystal encrusted; yes, the bustier is black scalloped seashell shaped lace, but this look just isn't working. And it probably never would've.

Ludacris; looking freak-ish and rather stupid in Giorgio Armani.

AND THEY SAY YOU CAN NEVER GO WRONG IN BLACK...

Queen Latifah looks like an un-deliciously plump and many-layered cake

While Felicity Huffman looks like she never had a bite of cake. Hello, skin and bones?

Luckily, Jennifer Anniston was at hand to prove the statement right.

And Hilary Swank didn't do too bad in Versace either.

DOUBLE THE SPARKLE

Keanu Reeves & Sandra Bullock

Ryan Phillipe & Reese Witherspoon

LA FINALE GRANDE

Charlize Theron, fantastic and fabulous in Christian Dior. This gown is artfully sculpted, and the tailoring is flawless.

Enjoyed it? Rave on my tagboard. Tell me i rock. Lol.

Loveya,

-Victoria